A few weeks back, I had traveled down to the Dirty to meet up with a boatload of Drakians at DeadRatsClackers' shop for the First Annual Streamerfest. Along with spending some good times with familiar faces, I was presented with the opportunity to get a smokin deal on a fishin' bote from one of AA's Musky Clan:
Of course, "buyin a bote" and gettin' all the shit scrounged together to put said ship in the drink are two different things....
After gathering cash and rounding up all the necessities, it was time to head back down to the Ozarks to test her out, and pay a visit to DRC and the Child Bride.
Now, I had never had the pleasure of actually rowing a craft down a river, so that was the main focus of the trip. Fortunately, Franzen has been pullin' shop duty while he waits for Alaska to prepare for him. The kid is always ready to fish:
a little work with the spray pole
artistic work by DRC
Frannie scores a southern rainhead swingin' meat
DRC has turned the Child Bride into a streamer krackhead; it's all she wants to do.
They drug along a willing partner and joined our flotilla.
Lucky fucker ends up with two blondes, and I end up with the ginger hippie...
During the course of the float, DRC began reminiscing about old drinking songs from his days in Taz.
Seizing upon the opportunity, I decided to name the new bote...after all, a fine vessel should earn her name:
Frannie invited me to go night fishing, but I pussed out on exactly the wrong night; hopefully he'll post a TR.
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