Weight loss

You know, some of us will endure a lot all in the name of fishing And
Love. But this one is about fishing. After I sent the post from the
mobile command post to the group last night, I did indeed call it a day
and curled up next to Joy's, well..., her.... warm backside and drifted
off to sleep like a baby in it's Mother's arms.
Now, the fact that I was:
A: Comfortable, sleeping in a motel bed
and...
B: Comfortable, sleeping in a bed half the size of my normal nocturnal
lair
was really amazing to me. So I was somewhat surprised when I was
awakened at 4:am by what sounded like a fog horn. After some groggy
checking to make sure it wasn't the fire alarm, I realized it was ME! I
was venting enough gas from both ends to inflate an emergency liferaft
for 12. We ate at P.F. Changs last night and I had my usual which
normally doesn't bother me at all. After a "pit stop" in the bathroom,
more out of courtesy than necessity not wanting to wake Joy up while I
was tooting my horn, I got back in the bed, out like a light.
About 30 minutes later I was awakened by what I certainly thought was
Joy praticing her punting technique and she was using my stomach as the
football. PAIN, nausea, cramps, gas, cold sweats, faintness, dizzyness
all came upon me at the same time wave after wave. I thought I was
going to die! I'll leave out the nasty stuff, and just say at 5:45am, I
was so tired, I crawled back into the bed and really didn't care if it
was over or not.
She got me up at 7:am and as soon as I stood up, it started all over
again! 10 minutes and a lot of horn blowing later, it seemed to be over
again. But I had to take her to her seminar, and then I had to meet Wes
at OM for a day of Bass Hunting at 8AM! No way dude, sorry.
As I drove back to the love shack, another wave attacked me from
behind. I realized the cars behind me were serious about getting where
they were going when they start honking at me to GO! I called Wes,
really was hoping Barkley would answer so I could get him to break the
bad news to Wes, but no, I got Mr. Sunshine himeself. I swear, I have
never heard anyone sound so, so, so....HAPPY at 7:30 in the morning. I
told him I was sick, and I really didn't feel like trying for the State
bait record today. But the more I talked, the better I felt. So I told
him I was heading back for a quckie shower, and I'd meet him at OM.
I got there moments before he did and he caught me trying to give the
lady at the entrance a hard time. Actually, I was trying to talk her
into pulling a gag on him and checking his minnows for an OMSP tax
stamp, but again, I was a day late and a dollar short. We
loaded/launched the boat without mishap (YES, I checked the drain plugs
this time), and were fishing within about 10 minutes. He drew "first
blood" and caught a small bass, but it jumped off before he got it into
the boat. But it was looking promising! 3 hours later, and I was
feeling like an "Ozone Hole Test Dummy", he caught and boated the first
"official" fish of the day. We had cruised past what looked like a
"sanitary sewer" hose that someone had thrown out into the lake and I
told him that that was where all the fish were hiding. He cast a
cricket up into the middle and almost instantly his float was gone. He
reeled back a bream that was about the size of the spinner bait I was
using. See the below pictures.
The rest of the day was pretty much a wash too. But we had fun, had
time to talk (about Ronner), and I only had to "p" while standing in the
boat once! At least my stomach behaved. I am heading to the shower
NOW, as the copious amounts of SPF 30 that were applied in a valent
effort to keep my exposed skin from turning into the contents of a bag
of Golden Flake Pork Rinds on my exposed areas is starting to run down
my legs. Don't forget to look at the pictures below so you can see
"Killer"!
Tim.