I woke up the next morning just in time for a Safety meeting.
Or as Hagen likes to pronounce it, “Saf-tee.”
Something about a couple hundred tee-shirts that were misprinted.
Hagen tells the story much better than I ever could.
Anyway.
Saf-tee.
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At this point I honestly don’t recall if we had breakfast or not. If we did I’ve no photos of the event.
In any event, at some point we drove to the launch, put the boats in, and waited for heero.
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FSB’s Starship Enterprise is like no other.
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Once again, heero didn’t show.
I handed out saf-tee whistles to those who wanted one and then jumped into Lando’s boat with Timber, while FSB took Hagen and Sheldon The Destroyer.
Once again, the fishing was stupid good.
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A few miles down river we pulled over for an impromptu saf-tee meeting...
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… and FSB decided to do some swinging with his spey rod.
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He must not have paid attention during the meeting, because the spey casting caused some minor injuries which Lando documented for liability purposes.
While FSB swung the spey pole, Hagen showed off his new gloves.
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He mentioned something about how he always wanted to be a hand model.
I thought about giving him my honest opinion, but instead responded with, “Follow your dream Hagen. Follow your dream.”
After the float Hagen was hungry.
And thirsty.
So we went to town and had some burgers.
And some beer.
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Afterwards Lando and I went shopping for groceries.
As we were unloading the groceries from the cart, the woman behind the cash register asked, “So are you from around here?”
I pointed to Lando and replied, “He is, but I’m not.”
“I see. Is he your son?”
I hesitated for a moment and then replied, “Why yes he is, and I’m very proud of him.”
I expected her to follow that with, “I can see where he gets his good looks,” but instead she just scanned the rest of the groceries, took my money, and then said, "Have a nice day."
Now that I think about it, this may have happened on one of our previous trips to the grocery store, but since I’m too lazy to go back and edit what I’ve already posted, I’m injecting it here.
Anyway.
Hagen bought more beer and a bunch of ice.
Timber did the same.
Unfortunately we had no place to put all of that beer and ice, so a lot of it sat on the picnic tables at camp and melted away during the night.
When we got back to camp, Lando walked down to the river and put on a spey demo.
It was impressive.
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After the spey/fish-catching demo, Hagen said to me, “I’ll give you a hundred bucks to throw away whatever it is you plan on cooking tonight, and then I'll treat everyone to pizza.”
“Sorry Hagen. I can’t do that.”
“Fuck.”
I made pad thai.
Hagen wouldn’t eat it, and Timber said it gave him gas.
I count that as a win.
More to come.