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Weekend

Posted: June 7, 2010 in recreation, weekend
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I had the best Saturday ever and it did not include wine, women or song. I went to bed at a ridiculously early hour Friday night and woke up at an equally ridiculously early hour Saturday morning.

I was wandering around my apartment wondering what to do with myself. Then it hit me: “Go to the beach dummy”. So without checking the weather or tide information I gathered a some extra clothes, a few apples (wonderful on the beach), my fishing gear and just took off. Alone. Gabby was staying at a friend’s house.

I was estimating my arrival at Surfside beach to be about 2:00. Hell, I was there by 12:30. I stopped at the usual Buckee’s for some squid, shrimp, a couple of burritos and a fishing license.

This is the coolest store I’ve ever known. There are many and growing but to me this is the original. I’ve always associated them with the beach but they are springing up everywhere. They are known for their immaculately clean restrooms. It’s true. I’d actually eat one of those burritos I bought in there. Of course, I’d probably be asked to leave. This place is completely jam-packed on the weekends with super long lines but I happened to catch a newly opened register. Another thing: This store’s registers are manned by seriously cute girls. Every single one. It’s like the Hooters of large convenience stores. When I told the girl I need a fishing license she and the girl at the next register both tell me that I don’t need one. They reminded me that the first Saturday of June is a freebie compliments of the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department (game wardens). I never knew that or maybe forgot about it. I’ve just always made a point to be current after a 1980’s quail hunting incident where my friend went to jail for unpaid tickets and I was fined $200.00 for not having a license.

When I rolled onto the beach I was taken down a bit. The water was like chocolate milk. I wasn’t too down about it. It was my very first day out there this summer and I was actually just happy to be there. I baited my hooks and waded out into the surf. I stood out there, and stood out there, and stood out there without so much as a bump on my line. At this point I actually got a little discouraged. I went back to my truck and just sat on the tailgate looking out at the water. About this time I was surrounded by two carloads of people. One on the left and one on the right. This upset me because I go out there to get away from people. I’m not anti-social, I just like my beach time to be private.

I threw all my gear back into the truck and left. I found a spot about a half mile or so down the beach that was better. This is where I stopped. This is an acceptable comfort zone for me.

I baited my line again and went back out into the surf. This time I swam out to the second sandbar with my rod and reel above my head. When I was finally able to touch bottom again I cast my line out. I don’t think it even hit the bottom before something took off with it. I now had a fight ahead of me.

Getting back to the beach with something that big on the line and trying to do so without the power of one arm when you can’t even touch bottom is quite a struggle. But it’s exciting. And tiring. When I got back to the first sandbar I started working on reeling in whatever this was. It was an exhausting give and take. It stripped yards of line and I reeled back what I could. Back and forth. With something like this it’s all about tiring it out without it snapping your line.

When I got my feet back on sand, still chest deep in the surf, my reel self destructed. A critical knob came loose and fell into the water. I thought I was screwed and would never know what I had on my line.

Guess what? Not so. With my reel completely useless, I held my thumb on the spool and carefully walked back to shore. Once I got back to the beach started winding my fishing line by hand around the float at the end of my stringer. It took forever to get this damned fish in like that. I was like Santiago of “The Old Man and the Sea”. My hands are cut to shreds and I’m sore as shit.

Fortunately I had my camera with me and took some pictures. This Redfish was 3 feet and 4 inches. That’s 12 inches over the legal limit. Sorry TPWD. I set aside half of it for my parents and divided the other half into thirds for Gabby and I. Tonight I’m frying part of it.

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Such class

Posted: November 17, 2009 in entertainment, people, recreation, Uncategorized
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What an obnoxious old toad. I was glad to see “Bud” leave Houston when he did. I can’t help but wonder if his 80 something year old mind has progressed to a stage of dementia and all his “yes men” keep his bottomless glass full of high end liquor.

I will admit that I laugh my ass off every time I see this. I wanted to post this while I could because I don’t think it’s going to be up on the web for very long.

I hope at least one person sees this. It took me about 20 bleary-eyed hours to create the 43 seconds of goofy crap shown in the link below.

Trouble Deluxe

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Die!

I think I hate a biting mosquito more than I do an ugly three inch cockroach. You can trap and catch a filthy cockroach. You can even keep it prisoner and torture it. But mosquitos are stealthy and they are swarmers. They don’t run from you. They seek you.

My seasonal clock is ticking and it’s telling me to get back out to the beach. I spend many nights out on the beach this time of year and mosquitos are the only thing that will actually make me throw all my shit back in the bed of my truck and leave. Not even the lack of food, water or beer is as serious as a swarm of half-starved mosquitos. Usually, if you get into some wind they don’t bother you. That’s why I’ve slept many nights at the edge of the water and awakened with my fold-out chair half sunken in the sand with the surf moving in and out of my shorts.

The only thing more miserable than being eaten alive by a massive swarm of mosquitos is to be covered head and hair to toe in that nasty, toxic smelling repellant. I usually face the wind, shut my eyes as tight as I can, aim the can at my face and push the button. I cover my entire body until I’m either soaked or the can peters out. Being covered in poison is uncomfortable and not at all conducive to enjoying a night half naked on the beach.

My Dad sent me an interesting email today. It was, of course, an email that had been forwarded probably 500,000 times among he and his generation who love posting in size 36 font and changing colors every sentence. But it wasn’t another list of grievances about how this generation are all a bunch of marshmallows nor was it another fake numerical list supposedly written by Bill Cosby or George Carlin (in super-large font and in several colors).

No, this might just be helpful. It said that plain old Lysterine repels mosquitos. The mouthwash. The woman who initially sent the email cited several instances that proved it. She said that they put it in a bottle and sprayed it over lawn furniture, picnic tables, door jambs and each other. She swears by it. I’ll try it. Anything is better than Deet.

Today is the beginning of spring break in my daughter’s school district. She’s going to have herself some fun. About two hours ago she took off for Florida with her friend who just got her license. Yeah, she’s only 15 but “out of sight, out of mind”, right?

Alright, I’m only kidding. She’s not heading to Fort Lauderdale in a sarong. She’s going to Orlando with her friend’s family. They will visit Disney, Universal and other such things. Coincidentally, my other daughter (about to be 22) who has officially left the nest, is also going to Florida today. However, she’s going with her boyfriend and her cousins to see their grandmother, aunts and uncles in either Largo or Tampa (I keep forgetting).

Both of them did the exact same thing last year and a year or two before that the oldest went to see her grandmother, aunts and uncles in New York. Little jet setters. I actually travel more than they do but they do it for pleasure. I only do it for work.

At first I was going to say that not much changes around here when the young one is gone. But after thinking about it I realized that it actually does. Keep in mind that today is the 13th and Gabby will not be back until the 22nd.

There will be no friendly teasing (a daily sport here), I can make anything I want for dinner that we usually disagree on, I have to feed and water her cats, tend to their litter box, pick up anything they yak up on the carpet and feed her not so little pet lunatics, the turtles in the 80 gallon aquarium.

My dilemma

Posted: April 18, 2008 in recreation
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I’m not sure what to do about tomorrow. I’ve been trying to get to the beach for the last three weekends but because of my daughter’s role in two quinceneras, I’ve been stuck here. It seems that finally all the rehearsals and dress fittings are out of the way and I can finally go for the first time this year.

Here’s the problem: She said she wants to go but has too much Geometry homework due on Monday and wants me to go anyway. Without her. Well, shit. What now? It’s true that she procrastinated enough to get herself in this situation but I just don’t feel right going out there while she’s here doing homework. She loves the beach as much as I do. Then again, It’s not my fault that she waited until the last moment to complete her work.



This is a shot of the water today at 6:29 PM. How can I resist if I see that the conditions are the same in the morning? We both need a fix of fresh fish. I don’t know what I’m going to do yet.