Met Big Guy down in Chauvin as a guest to join him on Mr. Ratliff’s skiff. Good food, good drink, great company.
Ron, aka the Pole Dancer, worked his ass off in sustained 15-25mph winds and variable clouds- probably the worst weather combo you could ask for. I’m looking forward to another session with him down the road.
Under the “even a blind squirrel can find a nut,” a managed to find the dumbest red in the bayou. Probably the prettiest, too.
I was gonna do a full report, but see that pretty trailer Jeff and I are drinking in front of? A semi truck pulled a hit and run on the way home and, from the adjusters best guess, it’s gonna be totaled out. Just got home and I’m gonna drink myself to sleep...