Pretty sure I was the inspiration for this quote. Root repeated it to everyone we saw.
After returning from my First Tarpon Trip, I arrived home to find a PM from the Wadded One,
saying that a cancellation had left a vacancy on the pointy end of his boat. Would I like to come down?
Never being one to sneeze at fate, or to end the year with unused vacation days, I shuffled my schedule,
raided the missus' furniture fund, and booked a ticket....
Since I was in the neighborhood, I dropped Thalweg a line and asked if he would be up for
some shenanigans. He had a new boat to try out, but said he could squeeze me in.
Accomodations were a little more Spartan than my stay with Mrs Fatman But the lunch view was good Local fare Next day, Thalweg showed up in the Great White Hope Took a quick detour to see the RV Belafonte Storms were forecast, but we ventured forth Thal was watching the radar, and saw we were getting ready to get pissed on, so we
retreated to the scene of infamous fisticuffs. Some folks arrived in style: That pretty much ended the action for the day, so we retreated and fought the mobs that
evening for the few indoor eating spots. It dumped like a btice all night, winds gusting to 40.
Felt just like home.
Next day, after the weather had cleared, Thalweg and HotRod picked me up at the fleabag
and we proceeded to launch. We had a greeting party Some folks are in to gardening Hotspot alert Skies were ominous Thalweg has had HotRod on a steady diet of raw meat and gunpowder, gearing up for Tarpon Season She caught the only fish I saw landed this trip to be continued, fukkos.....