Social Dragonfly

For the first time in many years I remember why people like Summer. I've avoided the sticky months like the plague for the past 15 years or so. This year's different though. I have the most remarkable tan on my face and arms from spending so much time outside. I look amazing. Do I have a couple bug bites? Yes. Is it the end of the world? No.

I've spent countless hours fishing with my older son this year, and we've met a lot of really nice people. One older guy at the lake likes to give me shit because my tackle box is slightly messy. Instead of saying fuck you to him, I try to clean it and then Max dumps it out 5 minutes after we get to the lake.

Max is a real character at this one lake that we fish at. It seems that everyone knows him by name. They just call me Max's Dad. The kid is a real social dragonfly. He likes to rummage through OPT (other people's tackle boxes). Usually the good people of the lake are pretty understanding and amused by him. He's even used other people's poles before and sometimes there are kids his age that he winds up playing with. It's really cool. 

I'm sure glad that not everyone at the park is there to snatch Max. I'm still careful, but it seems like a lot more people go to the park to fish or walk their dogs rather than to open up their raincoats, if you know what I mean.

I'm not real crazy about the heat or the bugs, but Captain Corky's back, Summer!

Corky's Next Fishing Trip

Subtitle:  Lieutenant Ilia's Worst Nightmare

Back in the Fugawe Period of the Precambrian Era, I dared to go fishing with Corky, willSIX, and various other action figures.  I actually sort of enjoyed myself.  That can almost definitely be attributed to willSIX's making fun of me for joyfully freaking out over catching a turtle.  (Even the Double Rainbow Guy would have been embarrassed for me.)  

The fun was short-lived.  At the tender age of seven, a box of Gorton's Fish Sticks (fish dicks?) caused me unspeakable gastrointestinal distress.  As a result of that digestive Hiroshima, I have not been able to endure even the faintest whiff of fish. (Insert joke here.)  My husband enjoys fish (thank goodness) but is not permitted to cook it while we still share a household.

Osama is sleeping with the fishes now.  Personally, I couldn't think of a better resting place for him.

Enjoying the Unbridled Spirit!

Kentucky does have many flaws which I will not get into here, but for all the feldercarb associated with KY, one thing this state does have is outside recreational fun at a premium.

I'm surrounded by woods and fish and once you remove alcohol, drugs, and  television I'd be perfectly happy spending the rest of my life  in the woods. Not cause I cant stand people and want to blow up mass quantities of them, it's because at 40 years old I still like to look under rocks and sit in front of water ways with multiple fishing poles for ridiculous hours at a time.

God, May you never remove my compulsion and desire to fish.
Amen.I took Max on a 23 hour camping trip a couple of weeks ago and it was really fun. The price to camp in the Jefferson Memorial Forest for a night is 15 bucks. Not bad. Pretty good. We set up our tent and then cooked dinner. Allyson and Ben came up to join us for dinner. They loved the food, and then 45 minutes later my wife drove off with Ben like a bat out of hell.

I guess 2011 will be known as the year Captain Corky rediscovered fresh air and the great outdoors. I also want to expose more of the outside world to my son mainly because when it got dark outside he told me that the campsite needed a light bulb and a television set. I would have been perfectly happy with an outlet so I could have charged my cellphone.

I wonder which Jefferson the forest is memorializing...