My mini-vacation

Well, we just got back from a glorious day vacation fishing on beautiful Lake Greenwood. We were actually in a sleepy little town called Ninety Six, SC, just outside of Greenwood. We stayed with our friends, Earlene and Charles, that live on the lake. What a lovely couple, we always have such a wonderful time, just sitting back watching the sun blaze across the sky, and reminiscing about our fun filled days shagging at SOS (Society of Shaggers) in Ocean Drive, SC. They still go every year, but we have kinda gotten away from going. Something I shamefully admit, for no other reason than we just haven’t been going. But, one of my goals is to start back going to SOS, because we, and hundreds of our great friends, always have a blast. If you’re ever down that way in the spring and fall, as well as January, check out for the dates that shaggers converge, and come on over; you just might see me, either on the dance floor, or maybe under the table, one just never knows. But, I’ll be the one with the big smile on my face and a cold Miller Lite in my hand.

Earlene fixed up a batch of what is called Duck Farts. Geez, where in the world did anyone come up with this name? But it is apparently a well known concoction, as a bartender in Atlanta gave them the recipe. It’s a blend of Kailua, Bailey’s, and Crown Royal (1 part, 1 part, 1/2 part-in case you're interested). Quite tasty to have such an obnoxious name. We sipped on these and watched the blue cranes and egrets grazing on the water's edge. You know it's not something that just happened. There has to be a creator to come up with the most gorgeous view of a full moon glancing off of the still water with flocks of colorful water foul scattered about here and there. A magnificent wonderous delight to behold.

Anyway, I did catch the biggest fish on this trip. A 5 pound catfish. What a treat trying to reel him in. What a fighter. Reminded me of the 25 pound crevalle jack I caught off of Pensicola a few years back. Wish I had my camera, but left it at home. But Earlene and Don (my better half) caught the most, mostly brim and baby crappies and perch. Since we were doing this just for fun, we threw everything back, to include the 5 pound catfish. I figured he’s probably been around quite some time to have made it to his size, and well deserves the right. Hopefully the next fisherman will give him the same break I did; another chance to grow to a ripe old age.