Got up at 4:30 this morning, loaded the poles and thermoses in the truck, jon boat in the back, picked up Birddog, and headed to our super secret honey hole fishing spot and when we got to the gate, it was thundering and lightning and raining like the proverbial cow pissing on the metaphorical flat fucking rock. Waited for an hour and it never let up. Drove home and it still ain't let up. Thos was NOT in our forecast. Which in Oklahoma means jack doodley squat.
Time to roll a fatty and watch Encore Westerns.
Crap.

BKB