We started loading up for our 3-day 4th of July trip to the cabins in Telegraph at around 8:00 Friday morning. I wasn't in the best of moods but we got everyone and everything loaded up by 8:30. We stopped at the Wally-world in Fredericksburg to pick up provisions. While Lindsay and her dad were in the fishing department selecting items they couldn't live without, I was busy walking PJ and getting him back in his kennel. I then set out on picking up what we would need for the weekend as far as food items. Once I met them back at the pickup he reminded me that I had forgotten beer and ice. So back into Wally-world I go. Made it to Junction but had to stop for worms before we headed to the cabins. (When I retire to Junction I'm going to enhance my retirement fund by selling worms.)
We finally made it to the cabins and had a very welcome hello from Mom & Dad and Lisa's crew. After about an hour of unloading it was time to visit a little. Before too long it was time for a dip in the river to get cool. The temperature there was better than I've ever experienced at that time of year. It was very uncommonly mild. Mind you, it was still hot, but not as hot as it has been in past years.
We started on our perch project next and eventually had enough for Murr to bait his "trot line". While Murr and I were baiting out the line the rest of the crew went into town to eat at Brem-Brem's and then go down to watch the fireworks. After we got the line baited I left Murr in perferct solitude at the cabins and headed into town for the fireworks. After waiting about 2 hours in the park the fireworks finally began and for such a small little town they were pretty impressive.
Early Saturday morning we took a 4 pound yellow cat off the trot line. Makes all the work worth it. Spent the day visiting, in the river, catching perch -- basically all the things I'd do full time if I didn't have to have a full-time job. The river is beautiful and I wish I could spend every day there. One of these days when I grow up I'm going to be a beach and/or river bum.
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You know, if the time ever comes when trot lines aren't being run in Kimble County, there's no cold beer for sale, and I can't get something to eat at Brenda's -- well, civilization as we know it will have come to an end.
As to the worms thing. We used to get ours at Blake Chenault's there in town and Benita would always let me have a Coke free out of the box. (I knew where the key was behind the counter.) My Dad, a bunch of red wigglers, a cold Coke in a tall green bottle, and headed to the river on a Saturday -- good, good times. :)
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