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By Thrusday evening Kmoose and I will already have a croaker sack full of mullet on the smoker or fish box full mango snappers fry'in in the cast iron skillet depending on the weather, if we can get offshore and if his chain don't break! Tarpon Lodge is a first class fishing resort at Pineland and the landside base for Cabbage Key. Make sure your shirts have epaulets on em' when you walk down the dock or you'll be underdressed. It's the perfect place for Psudo-fishermen, so clear out as quick as you can and git out to Cabbage where the tee shirts are just right if da' got holes in em' and there ain't no weddins' gone on to give you the heeby jeebys! Donny gits a nervous twitch just be'in in the general vicinity of a wedd'in, 'cause he's like a "Human Annuity". Thats why we can't stay there. That's the main reason he's always concockt'in some kinda special elixer to settle his nerves. Trouble is he's always lookin' for a "pathfinder" to scout it out for him and the rest of us to make sure nobody goes blind or nothin'. The weird thing is they're are so many volunteers at these CSC Gatherings that I never even get a sip to make sure it ain't "Poison"! I'll PM ya' with my cell phone so we can 'Tighten Up", Archie Bell. Why do I suddenly feel like the Air Traffic Controller in "It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World" when Buddy Hacket buzzed the tower in Jim Backus' plane? |
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