Even More Therapy

The Captain and I followed up our ride at the ranch last Saturday with a worth-while wade of Big Barton's Creek. We ultra-lighted for a while to the tune of sun-fish and the coolest fish in the world, the Red-Eye. Some folks call 'em Coosa bass.

I was gonna' call this post "Fishing With My Dick" but more sane minds prevailed. It's pretty much an inside joke between me and the Captain. We'd go fishing in his boat and video tape our excursions, him narrating. Course we'd carry on like Bill Dance when we'd catch a fish that was barely bigger than our lure. Shouts of "Get the net!" or "Call Field and Stream" and other mundane crap.

And you always kiss a fish on the nose that you're releasing for good luck. Heck, everybody knows that, don't they?

PWA

P.S. Help out the Katrina victims, okay? The American Red Cross