- Sun Jan 13, 2013 10:41 pm
#507235
Heres my part of the story, Mike can add more later
After a New Years fishing weekend was smashed with cold temps and crappy weather, we decided to take advantage of the unseasonably warm weekend. The plan started like this, Mike would go up Friday and camp, then I would be there bright and early the next morning. I had planned on packing Friday, which transformed in to Friday night after the wifey wanted me to hang out with the kids all day Friday. I got off at 11pm, and started packing. I got the chainsaws sharpened, the tools loaded, gear packed and headed in the house to finish up. While on the computer trying to figure out how to check the invisible boxes on VA's website I heard the rattle of the old metal door knob to my 2 yr old little girl's room. I jump up to see whats going on, she is standing there with her pillow, blanket, and toy heading to daddy's bed. I derailed that idea trying to avoid waking up the wife. That was the beginning to the end or so I thought.
She told me her belly itched, which I took as dry skin and put lotion on her. I got her back to bed and went back to the computer trying to finish up the license deal. The second time she got up, momma got involved and laid down with her. I took advantage of that time to flip on all the lights and pack my clothes, I run out to throw the bag in the car. No sooner then I shut the door I hear my wife scream out the back HOLY HELL GET IN HERE. I got running and as I crossed the threshold of my little girl's room the aroma of VOMIT
. It hit me like a ton of bricks smashing any and all plans of fishing. There was puke every where, being her first puke she had no idea what was happening or what to do. So she just let it go everywhere in her bed.
I spend the next few hours sitting on the floor of the bathroom. Its hard to explain to a 2 yr old what happened and what to do if she feels it again. I told her to spit it in the toilet if she felt it coming, her response to that “Mommy will get mad, the toilet is for poopy and peepee not spit daddy”. She was a trooper though, she dry heaved over the toilet a couple times and laid on the floor for a hour or so after that. At about 4am she fell asleep again in her bed.
She woke us up at 7am ready to play and wanting breakfast. Everything seemed normally and she told us “I feel better now, that spit was kind of crazy huh”. My wife continued on with her plans of seeing her dad that day and I was given a pass to go fish. Even though I had decided to not stay the night I headed out, 2 hours later then I had planned but its better to have a late start then no start.
I hit a good bit of fog until about half way, it cleared for a bit and then turned in to over cast and a light drizzle.




When I arrived at our cabin I found Mike fishing and all their gear was on the front porch drying out. They ended up sleeping on the porch after the tent got soaked the day before. Being I was 2 hours late we decided to fish first and work later. So we loaded up and headed to VA to fish a creek Jesse had fished a while back. It was heavily posted down low but not further up, so we parked on the side with no signs and started fishing. I noticed a little red ford ranger make a few laps up and down the creek and saw it parked at a house just above the bridge. We had fished for well over an hour when we crossed under the bridge and he came to greet us. We knew it was not good by the shit eating grin on his face which was backed by these words “I's done called da law, theys going be heres in just a minute. Yall up here taking advantage of my neighbor whos in da hospital. This creek aint been fished in 15 yeeas, hell we bought deem fish and you just in there using us.” We apologized, explaining it was not posted there and that we would leave immediately which he didn't care “Yalls can explain that to da law, it aint none of my business, Ims just telling ya theys on the way”. So we headed out of the creek and back to the car in a FULL ON RUN, threw the gear in Mike's SUV and busted ass to NC.
Here are a few pics of the creek


A lot of these

Ever more trash

and a couple shady dwellings

Once back in NC we decided to fish a creek I was more familiar with only to find its been posted up in the last month. We hiked up the state road well above any and every sign before getting in the creek.
Mike having a ring sting burger that only lasted about 20mins before firing out the other end.

The creek is a bit bigger then what we were on before but the water temps were cooler and the water was moving.


We did catch a bunch of these

a few of these

On the way out we found a sketchy campsite with some odd items.




After fishing we headed back to the cabin to knock out a little work. I dropped 2 trees and cut fire wood. It was pretty cool/funny watching the SAFFA split wood. We did however get a little stacked up. Mike took off again to fish, and I took a bunch of old barn boards that were stacked up to replace where people had stolen the ones off the side of our barns. A few years back some people came through stealing all the wormy chestnut boards which crippled 2 of our barns and left the old spring house wide open on one end. I got it closed up right before dark.


I left Jesse, Mike and his friend the house to sleep in and a list of what to do to close up shop. I headed back as they cracked the second beer by the fire.
After a New Years fishing weekend was smashed with cold temps and crappy weather, we decided to take advantage of the unseasonably warm weekend. The plan started like this, Mike would go up Friday and camp, then I would be there bright and early the next morning. I had planned on packing Friday, which transformed in to Friday night after the wifey wanted me to hang out with the kids all day Friday. I got off at 11pm, and started packing. I got the chainsaws sharpened, the tools loaded, gear packed and headed in the house to finish up. While on the computer trying to figure out how to check the invisible boxes on VA's website I heard the rattle of the old metal door knob to my 2 yr old little girl's room. I jump up to see whats going on, she is standing there with her pillow, blanket, and toy heading to daddy's bed. I derailed that idea trying to avoid waking up the wife. That was the beginning to the end or so I thought.
She told me her belly itched, which I took as dry skin and put lotion on her. I got her back to bed and went back to the computer trying to finish up the license deal. The second time she got up, momma got involved and laid down with her. I took advantage of that time to flip on all the lights and pack my clothes, I run out to throw the bag in the car. No sooner then I shut the door I hear my wife scream out the back HOLY HELL GET IN HERE. I got running and as I crossed the threshold of my little girl's room the aroma of VOMIT

I spend the next few hours sitting on the floor of the bathroom. Its hard to explain to a 2 yr old what happened and what to do if she feels it again. I told her to spit it in the toilet if she felt it coming, her response to that “Mommy will get mad, the toilet is for poopy and peepee not spit daddy”. She was a trooper though, she dry heaved over the toilet a couple times and laid on the floor for a hour or so after that. At about 4am she fell asleep again in her bed.
She woke us up at 7am ready to play and wanting breakfast. Everything seemed normally and she told us “I feel better now, that spit was kind of crazy huh”. My wife continued on with her plans of seeing her dad that day and I was given a pass to go fish. Even though I had decided to not stay the night I headed out, 2 hours later then I had planned but its better to have a late start then no start.
I hit a good bit of fog until about half way, it cleared for a bit and then turned in to over cast and a light drizzle.




When I arrived at our cabin I found Mike fishing and all their gear was on the front porch drying out. They ended up sleeping on the porch after the tent got soaked the day before. Being I was 2 hours late we decided to fish first and work later. So we loaded up and headed to VA to fish a creek Jesse had fished a while back. It was heavily posted down low but not further up, so we parked on the side with no signs and started fishing. I noticed a little red ford ranger make a few laps up and down the creek and saw it parked at a house just above the bridge. We had fished for well over an hour when we crossed under the bridge and he came to greet us. We knew it was not good by the shit eating grin on his face which was backed by these words “I's done called da law, theys going be heres in just a minute. Yall up here taking advantage of my neighbor whos in da hospital. This creek aint been fished in 15 yeeas, hell we bought deem fish and you just in there using us.” We apologized, explaining it was not posted there and that we would leave immediately which he didn't care “Yalls can explain that to da law, it aint none of my business, Ims just telling ya theys on the way”. So we headed out of the creek and back to the car in a FULL ON RUN, threw the gear in Mike's SUV and busted ass to NC.
Here are a few pics of the creek


A lot of these

Ever more trash

and a couple shady dwellings

Once back in NC we decided to fish a creek I was more familiar with only to find its been posted up in the last month. We hiked up the state road well above any and every sign before getting in the creek.
Mike having a ring sting burger that only lasted about 20mins before firing out the other end.

The creek is a bit bigger then what we were on before but the water temps were cooler and the water was moving.


We did catch a bunch of these

a few of these

On the way out we found a sketchy campsite with some odd items.




After fishing we headed back to the cabin to knock out a little work. I dropped 2 trees and cut fire wood. It was pretty cool/funny watching the SAFFA split wood. We did however get a little stacked up. Mike took off again to fish, and I took a bunch of old barn boards that were stacked up to replace where people had stolen the ones off the side of our barns. A few years back some people came through stealing all the wormy chestnut boards which crippled 2 of our barns and left the old spring house wide open on one end. I got it closed up right before dark.


I left Jesse, Mike and his friend the house to sleep in and a list of what to do to close up shop. I headed back as they cracked the second beer by the fire.