I got a call from my Pops last night when we were raging at the Pinnacle Peak bar and he was goin' off about Lake Murray and fishing on Sunday. If you know me, you know that I will never pass on a chance to go fishin' with my Dad. I've always been the black sheep in my family, but my Dad and me seriously connect when we're fishin. It's the most favorite thing of mine that I can think of. There's a lot of things I could give up, but quality time with Dad is not one of them.
I woke up this morning and realized that I hadn't got an '09 fishing license yet. Shit! I hauled ass up to Turners for a new one hoping to get my camera back from Z in the process. Z wasn't home. (WTF guyeee?)
When I got back from the mission, I walked across the street in anticipation of roping a fat bass. I didin't rope a bass or anything for that matter. Nada. Shit! Shit, but I did have a fine view.
I did, however get to relax in the baking sun while enjoying a beer and some ZZ Top on the radio..
I am stoked that Dad is fired up to go fishin' tomorrow.
This is from the condo side of Murray.
The East side of Murray. That beer was very enjoyable in case you were wondering...
Watchin' girls on roller blades is pretty bitchen too...
Blue was working for me the last time I fished this spot but this time blue gave me the middle finger. Blue said, "fuck you".
Gotta know yer waters...