I stayed up pretty late the first night going on 1 hour of sleep and was too drunk to set up my tent so I passed out in the cab of my truck (which is pretty damn comfortable when completely shitfaced I might add). I don't even know what time I woke up Thursday morning but I slept through breakfast and the morning bull shitting session.
By the time I had a beer in my hand my brother's buddies were getting ready to head out and try the canoe in the river for some fly fishing. The Owens River isn't gushing or anything, but there are some pretty crazy spots that I wouldn't try in an innertube much less a fuckin' canoe. Whatever float's your boat I guess. (insert rim shot)
Fuckin' psycho drunken bastards...
After they were on their way, my brother and I drove back to camp to hang with Dad and give him his Father's Day present. We were hoping he would open it the first day, but I think my dad wanted it to be just us three for the opening.
He knew it was a rifle before he even got it out of the wrapping but he didn't know what rifle. When he got the box open you could just tell right away that he was stoked! Apparently my brother knew (but I didn't) that this was the same octagonal barrel Henry rifle that Dad got from his dad when he passed away in '53, and to the day had been kicking himself in the ass for trading it for a sawed off shotgun back in '62. Fucking stoked! I think this has to be the best Father's Day present we have ever given Dad. As I predicted, he made a comment about us spending the money on him, but I told him, "well Dad, you can't return this one!" He just laughed.
After we fucked around with the rifle for a while we decided it was time for Dad to get some fishing time in. Us three loaded up the gear in my truck and headed out to find a good spot for Dad to get his line wet. I told Dad to tell me when to stop and he said, "lemme have another beer and I'll find a spot". Well he found a pretty killer spot so I stopped and sat back and enjoyed watching him fish. I have so many good pictures of all three of us, but my brother isn't a fan of his face being on the internet so I have to respect that. My dad and I don't give a flying fuck so it was really hard to find some descent pictures without my brother's face in them. I wonder if it has anything to do with being associated with my drunk-ass on this blog? BWAHAHAHAHA!
After many beers later the three of us headed back to camp to make sure Steve and Jeff survived their canoe mission and they had just got done grinding down on lunch and were ready to give it another go. We headed down to the meadows and pulled up a nice spot right next to The Owens.
I fucking love hanging out in the meadows! When we were kids camping here with Dad back in high school we would tell the "old dudes" that we were going fishing and we would fire up a doob or two and fuck with the local steer while they were back at camp probably doing the same thing. This spot brought back all kinds of memories...
My brother my Dad and I fished for a little while, but it was really cool just sitting back and watching Steve and Jeff with their fly rods. I think I prolly spent more time taking pictures this trip than I did fishing. I was really cool just hanging out with my brother and Pops. It's been a while.
There's nothing better than hanging out with Dad on a trip like this and shootin' the shit over a couple beers and enjoying some good memories.
Yeah, I know I'm long winded. Tell me something I don't fucking know.
More drunken drivel after tomorrow night's drunken beer festivities...