- Fri Aug 14, 2020 4:32 pm
SATURDAY, JULY 25
A storm moved in during the night, and come morning all of the rivers were blown.
Plan B was hashed out over breakfast burritos, and it was decided we’d fish a stillwater.
We drove to Lando’s house, attended to the landscaping, hooked up the carp slut to fsb’s rig, and hooked up the bass boat to Lando’s rig. Couldn’t find the gizmo that controlled the trolling motor, but decided to make do.
Hagen helped to secure one of the boats to the trailer, and then the trailer to the truck.
We stopped for gas.
Hagen paid for the gas and then went inside to buy snacks, while Lando properly secured the boat Hagen had trailered at the house.
On our way through town, Hagen pointed at a large building and said, ”What’s that?”
“That’s the museum. It’s pretty cool. You should check it out the next time you’re here.”
“Well why don’t we check it out now?”
“”It’s a pretty big museum, and it takes about two hours to see everything.”
“Two hours? Fuck that. I’ve never spent more than fifteen minutes in a museum.”
As we approached the edge of town, Hagen said, “I need to stop at the liquor store.”
We pulled into the parking lot, Hagen went in, and Lando and I waited in the truck.
And we waited.
“Doesn’t want to spend more than fifteen minutes in a museum, but has no problem spending half an hour in a liquor store.”
Eventually he returned with a bunch of canned mixed drinks and a fifth of Tito’s vodka.
At some point we had to stop and have the boats inspected, and not long after that we pulled into the parking lot above the reservoir. It was packed.
We launched the boats, and soon we were on our way. I was with Lando and Hagen, while fsb and Sheldon captained the carp slut.
Hagen sucks on white nicotine pouches from the time he gets up until the time he goes to sleep. We’d been on the lake no more than a few minutes when he spit out the pouch in his mouth, opened the can in his pocket and said, “Fuck!” The can was empty. He frantically searched through the bag of stuff he’d brought on the boat, found another can, opened it, and screamed, “FUCK!” That one was empty two.
“I’ve got a dozen cans back at camp! What am I going to do?”
He ended up bumming half a pack of cigarettes from fsb, but he remained on edge for the rest of the day.
Fsb has always wanted to catch a carp from the carp slut, so Lando took him to a cove where he’d have a decent shot of fulfilling his dream.
After that Lando gave Hagen and I a short tour.
It was a very cool place.
Lando fished for a bit.
Then we headed back to find fsb, and we were all happy to hear that he’d bagged his carp.
Had some snacks.
And then sat in the rain.
Lando then jumped in the carp slut with fsb and left me with Hagen. Pretty sure the two of them picked up some smallmouth. I tried to fish, but Hagen was more concerned with keeping the boat in the shade and drinking. I’m guessing he spilled as much as he drank, because the bottom of the boat was awash with booze.
Eventually it was time to go back.
Hagen came into the harbor pretty hot, and for reasons unknown docked the boat right next to an unoccupied police boat.
As he headed up to the truck he passed two officers coming down the ramp.
When they got to the dock one of them looked at me and said, “This boat reeks of alcohol. Who’s been driving it?”
Lando was already on the dock by then and said, “That’s my boat.” Fsb was right next to him, and he pointed to the carp slut and said, “And I’ve been driving that one.”
The cops took their drivers’ licenses and ran them for warrants and priors, and then tested each of them for booze. Lando went first.
“Zero point zero.”
“Zero point zero.”
Hagen stayed well hidden up in the parking lot.
On the way back we stopped at a lookout.
Fsb noticed a boat down below and said, “That’s them cops!” Then he leaned over the fence and yelled, “I’M NOT A DRUNK YOU IDIOTS! I’M A FUCKING STONER!”
After leaving the lookout we stopped at a gas station so Hagen could buy some nicotine pouches, and once we got back to town Hagen and I went to the grocery store and he bought that night’s groceries.
When we got back to camp, Hagen mixed up a one star Caesar salad, and I made pizzas.
Hagen wanted avocado and pineapple on his pizza. He also decided to add some of the canned pineapple juice to his gin and tonic. He claimed everything was delicious. I’ll have to trust him.
Note to self: next year on pizza night, be sure to pick up some canned black olives, even though Hagen doesn’t like them.
I’d planned to make pasta and meatballs on this night as well, but we got back late, and I was tired. Had I made it, it would have looked like this.
I’ll try and do better next year.
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