Writing this all hopped on pain pills and muscle relaxants.
Back tracking, on Thursday the men of Travis Co. descended on the East Colorado for some bass fishing on the fly rigs. We fished for 20 minutes until the COA released 50,000 gallons per second us, stranding us on the wrong bank, forced to punch holes through backyard fences to escape. The survivors, chiggered:
We'll get them next time.
Hit the Perakos picnic Saturday, ate some real deal pork shoulders. The spread was extraordinary. Good eating here when your friends handle the cooking.
That's a tattoo, yes.
Uncle Charles engineered a trip to Lake Austin Saturday, killer action.
Dad got a three inch bass on the five weight. Jane impressed.
Beav got up first time, and second time. Kid's got talent.
Me not so lucky, this picture was snapped as my groin exploded. The kids had to jump in and save me.
Regaling the revelers with tales of my injury. Jane not impressed.
No hernia, thank heavens. Think I'm retiring from extreme sports for the moment.
Happy birthday to magic eightball!
And congratulations to HK and Maggie Brett, new father / mother. From Belmont, maybe 1998?
Giving "King of the Beach" summer jam honors, "Boyfriend" close second.
Yaos!
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