The countdown has begun. Fuck yeah! I've been looking forward to this trip for a few months. How could I forget? Dad calls me every Sunday to remind me. Seriously. This trip can't come quick enough. I'm gonna start calling him on Saturday's just to get him pumped. This is gonna be a bitchen trip with pops! I guess I'll have to call him Sunday and get him fired upp! Ya know, that return-fire pumped-ness?
It's just around the corner and I haven't done shit! It's time to step up to the plate. Well, lemme tell ya, I stepped up to the plate today and cranked a Grand Slam...
Beer with my brother?
You tell me...
What's for dinner you may ask? Rainbow trout is for dinner. Fresh Rainbows to be exact. Lot's o' butter and lemon too! There will be some fat steaks grillin, but there's nothing like fresh Sierra Rainbow Trout out of the Lower Owens to grind that beef into the ground. Don't get me wrong, I love ground beef but it's gonna haffa take the back seat on this one.
Stream fishin' with Dad has to be one of my fondest memories with him when I was a little shit growing up and castin' with the Zebco. What the fuck am I sayin'? They're still the fondest memories but I've upgraded from the Zebco to the spinner.
This trip is gonna be so badass! It can't come quick enogh...
Thanks Dad! Thank you for teaching me about survival and carrying my own weight while these turds look for someone to carry the weight for them! Thank you for teaching me to take care of myself. Thank you for the Zebco. Thank you for teaching me how to to work on my car. Thank you for teaching me what is right and what is wrong. Thank you for teaching me firearm safety. Thank you for the direction that you pointed me in...
Most important, when you're out and about this Memorial Day weekend, thank someone who has served and thank someone who is serving!
I threw this in here just because....
Because Rush fucking ROCKS!