Getting ready to go fishing tomorrow morning. I love to trout fish, not to mention that trout is one of the best tasting fish out there. I have to get up in about 4 hours to drive down to Montauk where I am sure the river is flooded well beyond it’s bounds because of the monsoon we have had the last two days.

This round Le Renard and myself are taking a new fisherman to the trout stream. The pastor’s son, who has a complete lack of knowledge when it comes to fishing. After coaching him through what to buy at wal-mart, tomorrow will be a fun day of watching him attempt his hand at fishing. Who knows, he may like it and we’ll have another fishing partner.

I am killing time waiting for Christopher’s dryer to stop. I grabbed my fishing vest tonight and noticed that it was covered in a filthy layer of disgusting mold. I am pretty manly about most things in life, but when it comes to mold I am a bit of a wimp. Uhhhgg, it gives me the chills. I was going to wal-mart to purchase a new vest when Chris found it in his heart to let me use his washing machine. Good thing too, that new vest was $24. Unfortunately the dryer is so slow it will probably finish drying the clothes one day after eternity…

Ok, I’m out. I will let you know about my flooded, wet, fishing adventure tomorrow.

Pressed

P.S. Has anyone else noticed the odd phenomenon of disappearing posts at the bottom of my site. It’s just a big blank yellow space… weird.