runnin the road

Thursday

i went fishing. bass fishin' that is. i put on an exhibition of course. the wind was frustrating but because i am a competitor and experienced angler, i pushed through with several big fish and a strong total for the day. even though fishing is somewhat sedentary i was exhausted when we finished. my guide(he may have been fishing too, i just cant remember because i was busy catching all the fish) viewed the day as a disappointment because we only caught about 15 fish. he pointed out when we were leaving that telling people we caught 15 fish would seem suspicious. so for all the naysayers out there we caught exactly 15 fish. had we caught 12 fish, yes i would have said we caught about 15 fish, had we caught 16 i would have probably said we caught about 20. by the way if you don't fish.. you need to. its one of those activities that makes you curse with excitement and curse out of frustration.

thursday night

road to houston in a 'BIG TRUCK'. that is what my wife calls eighteen wheelers. it was a big truck but we were not pulling a trailer which is known in the biz as bobtailed. we made good time cuz there were not many pigs or evil canevils out. plus we went around by grandmas house to miss the chicken coupes. i am not sure what all that means but it is CB talk. it means there were no cop cars or motorcycle cops out and about and we didnt have to stop at any rest areas because we went around the weigh stations. i fell asleep and woke up to find my father-in-law to have finished most of the work that i came to help him with. it was not a proud moment but it is a great testament to his ageless durability and effort to outwork kids nearly half his age. we arrived back in ruston after noon friday.

worked friday and saturday night.

sunday night

i went to a keith urban concert with my wife and her family. it was actually really good. i decide how much i enjoy concerts based on how willing i would be to go back. i would go back any time. i was surprised at how handsome he was.. i mean talented. talented. he played a mandoline and played his guitar like a drum... not at the same time but at different times during the event.. his songs are pop country-ish but it was very entertaining...i would recommend it.

i left the concert around 10:15 and drove to Lafayette. i made it in a landspeed record. i went there to caddy for a friend (buh, BP, B, brad) it was a bad day playing wise.. there were gale force winds against us or across us all day.we had three holes that i can remember that had a tail wind. one player in our group hit a 3 wood about 140 yds long and 60 yards off target.the shot was followed by the other two players including brad hitting a ball half as far as intended. brad shot his worst round in decades, but at the end of the day we had a good time.


now i am home and sleepy.

off to sleep.

weak and rather be fishin.

goodbye brett favre.

td