AA flight to Miami delayed 2.5 hours. Everyone but me gets the message. Show
up at Fanton's and Brady's at 515 AM.
Stop at Lazy Flamingo. Still have the best peel n eat shrimp, conch fritters
fried grouper baskets and Yuengling pitchers.
Thanks to Jerry G, all supplies were laid in already. What a difference the new
dock/boardwalk makes. How did we do that for 10 years??l Geraci told
everyone "those Cali gay boys just ran out of money"
No, How did Dylan and Matt build such a great dock?
Given his first opening, Fant mo ditches us to go on Jerry's boat then Dylan's the next two days fishing. Left Pat, Brady and me alone to fend for ourselves. They went out at 0730. Us? 1130 then to Useppa for lunch on Mac's
account.
Then caught a ton of crabs so I though we had it made. But no
one at Boca had tarpon on. But then neither did those losers.Skunk o rama.
Nothing new.
Gallagher loyal to me until last day, then deserts me to Dylan in search of
the poon. They get zero, we at least hook and jump one in Redfish pass
but gone before can get rod out of holder. Brady, loyal to the end, no
Bergdahl in him.
Food awesome. Gary Bixler (Geraci schoolmate ) was on fire as a cook.
Roasted red potatoes, rib eyes, burgers, chicken (and some salad).
A Captiva sea turtle volunteer is walking past the house in AM and we ask if she wants a bloody, she declines, opting for a water.
Says she's checking nests, but around us, the eggs are raided by raccoons and
gone. OK up north because so much garbage they don't bother with the
beach. We asked what they do, and she said "trap them". And release? No
"shoot them". Considered varmin even by greenie standards.
Then we have a flash of brilliance: COON HUNT !!
Jerry's derringer only has 5 bullets and says "only good for close combat"
Plan A: put peanut butter and dead crabs (Sue Ellen said the smellier the
better) on each step up to the house. We sit in ambush at the top.
Sane minds take over, recalling the famous rat-in-grill episode when they ran
AT us and into the house.
On to Plan B: Put peanut butter, dead crabs on fishing rods tied to
the deck railing, one with tarpon hook, other with big rapala with tree treble hooks.
Plan is to hook them, reel in, and shoot half way up. Cut tails off, Hang from deck (sue ellen's recommendation-that way she can log a kill).
We bait and wait . Nothing.
Go to bed, bait gone in AM. Hooks stripped clean, just the top part of the
crab shell on the hook!
This now WAR. Caddyshack on steroids.
Next day, Dylan comes over with a 22 magnum rifle and lots of
ammo. We load up paper plate with a full slab of bacon, peanut butter. Wait.
Wait, Check. Flashlights. Wait. Zero. Bed again.
You know the outcome. All bait gone. Again.
Just another few days at the THC.
up at Fanton's and Brady's at 515 AM.
Stop at Lazy Flamingo. Still have the best peel n eat shrimp, conch fritters
fried grouper baskets and Yuengling pitchers.
Thanks to Jerry G, all supplies were laid in already. What a difference the new
dock/boardwalk makes. How did we do that for 10 years??l Geraci told
everyone "those Cali gay boys just ran out of money"
No, How did Dylan and Matt build such a great dock?
Given his first opening, Fant mo ditches us to go on Jerry's boat then Dylan's the next two days fishing. Left Pat, Brady and me alone to fend for ourselves. They went out at 0730. Us? 1130 then to Useppa for lunch on Mac's
account.
Then caught a ton of crabs so I though we had it made. But no
one at Boca had tarpon on. But then neither did those losers.Skunk o rama.
Nothing new.
Gallagher loyal to me until last day, then deserts me to Dylan in search of
the poon. They get zero, we at least hook and jump one in Redfish pass
but gone before can get rod out of holder. Brady, loyal to the end, no
Bergdahl in him.
Food awesome. Gary Bixler (Geraci schoolmate ) was on fire as a cook.
Roasted red potatoes, rib eyes, burgers, chicken (and some salad).
A Captiva sea turtle volunteer is walking past the house in AM and we ask if she wants a bloody, she declines, opting for a water.
Says she's checking nests, but around us, the eggs are raided by raccoons and
gone. OK up north because so much garbage they don't bother with the
beach. We asked what they do, and she said "trap them". And release? No
"shoot them". Considered varmin even by greenie standards.
Then we have a flash of brilliance: COON HUNT !!
Jerry's derringer only has 5 bullets and says "only good for close combat"
Plan A: put peanut butter and dead crabs (Sue Ellen said the smellier the
better) on each step up to the house. We sit in ambush at the top.
Sane minds take over, recalling the famous rat-in-grill episode when they ran
AT us and into the house.
On to Plan B: Put peanut butter, dead crabs on fishing rods tied to
the deck railing, one with tarpon hook, other with big rapala with tree treble hooks.
Plan is to hook them, reel in, and shoot half way up. Cut tails off, Hang from deck (sue ellen's recommendation-that way she can log a kill).
We bait and wait . Nothing.
Go to bed, bait gone in AM. Hooks stripped clean, just the top part of the
crab shell on the hook!
This now WAR. Caddyshack on steroids.
Next day, Dylan comes over with a 22 magnum rifle and lots of
ammo. We load up paper plate with a full slab of bacon, peanut butter. Wait.
Wait, Check. Flashlights. Wait. Zero. Bed again.
You know the outcome. All bait gone. Again.
Just another few days at the THC.