Busiest 16 weeks of my life in terms of work. 60+ hour weeks, no weekends to speak of. The big job is finally done, down to the mop-up work.
Summer is gone....
Canoe hadn't been wet for months. Loaded up my shit, met the boys at the river. Turned that fucking phone off. For three days.
Cracked open that first beer………..slipped into that first riffle.
Fall is beginning to kiss the foliage here in the Ozarks.
But this is the fish we came for.
Flame-seared ribeye, foil-roasted veggies.
A few snorts of bourbon from Daddy's old vessel, a little tweed, and the evening melted into perfection.
Rain to start the next day. It burned off into a clearing sky and cooler temperatures.
Pulled pork nachos and fire-roasted cob-corn for dinner.
More tweed and bourbon to get some star-gazing going.
Needs more wood.
The final morning was pretty lazy, just a couple of fish.