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http://twitter.com/Celeathka Sporadic useage, but it pings on my phone so a good way to get a hold of me! I often post WIPs here.
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http://twitter.com/Celeathka Sporadic useage, but it pings on my phone so a good way to get a hold of me! I often post WIPs here.
sketches and WIPs + art posted immediately
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Today has been an adventure. Spoiler: we caught nothing.
So, we got up early today and had breakfast, then started working on getting our stuff together. Some of my gear mysteriously vanished from its bag while at my grandmother's house, so we made a list of what we needed to go in to town to get.
We headed to Walmart, bought a new tackle box, some new this and that's...I don't remember what all. Lures and bobbers and line, idk what else. We then head back to stuff things in to the new tackle box, pack us a small bag for snacks, water and the worms once we get them, and we head out to the state park where they usually sell worms.
Sold out, they tell us a guy that sells them in town. We make it there, and his icechest is empty. Worms and catfish bait are gone.
Back in to town, back to Walmart, where in retrospect we should have just gotten worms the first time. We go ahead and pick up some more drinks. We considered beer. In retrospect, damn I wish we'd gotten the beer.
To the lake! ...our pass code doesn't work. While my father is getting frustrated and redialing, I call the state park. Turns out they accidentally gave us the day pass pass code yesterday! So now we drive back to the state park where they give us the "permanent" (yearly) pass code for season passes. Back to the lake!
We get our rods, the tackle box, and our snack/worms/water bag, and head to the water. Too shallow to cast out. We decided to head up along the right of the bank along the rocks toward the pier. Water was deeper here, but now the wind was against us. We'd have broken our necks following the bank further, so we back tracked and headed up to the road leading to the dam (closed to cars, but still open to bikes and pedestrians!) and we started walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
We finally found a nice place several miles later on the opposite side of the lake to cast out and...the wind had changed directions. We decide to walk a little further down.
We hit mud. Hm. Maybe we can pass here.
My father sinks in up to his knees.
Oh, we can't.
He loses both shoes, and I have to wade in to the mud to retrieve them. We start walking around. He loses his shoes twice more, we're both covered in mud from head to toe at this point, and by the time we reach another good point to fish...the wind has changed directions AGAIN.
Well, it's now 4:15, and we've two hours until sunset, when the lake closes. We're almost all the way around the lake, so we set off to get back. At this point, the wind decides to stop completely. Oh. NOW it stops.
We recognize the ramp that leads up to the road, so after we take a break on some drift wood, I decide we should just cut through the field, because I see a deer trail up ahead through the deeper brush, and I know it leads back to the road. I break off some wood for my father to use as a walking stick, and we set off.
My father finally hits the wall and can't make it further. To explain this a bit further, he has ms, is diabetic, and is in his early 60s. He's also very out of shape. He has to call my mother to come get him. I leave the water with him and tell him I'll head up to see how far it is, and to guide my mother in.
A Klik and a half up, I find the road. Three kliks and I've run up the road and found my mother. I guide her down through the forks and to the access ramp to get back to my father. At this point my leg starts bleeding and I realize I've sliced it open on one of the low brush stumps. Oh well.
So we load my father in to the back seat, get all the equipment in, and drive him back up to his truck where he and I hop out and head home. As we're heading out, we just look at each other...sigh, and finally just...die laughing. God, what a day.
He dove straight in the shower, I took the shower after, and he just lay in bed for about an hour. We've both dosed up on ibuprofen and I realized about 30m ago that I hadn't eaten since 8 this morning. So I'm just now eating. I'm not super hungry but wow, what a day.
At LEAST 6 miles around the lake...I'd say he got his exercise in! And hell I ran that whole 3k up to my mother. I am...beat. I hurt all over, my leg and head are throbbing....but at least I'm not mud and blood soaked anymore!
OMG and my vibrams are just...solid mud caked. We had to hose them outside before they could even be thrown in the washing machine. The only thing I hooked all day was my father. That's the real kicker.
...
Yes we're going back next week.
SCHOOL
0/$10,000 :C
GENERAL
0/$800
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http://twitter.com/Celeathka I'm a twit, too 8D
Today has been an adventure. Spoiler: we caught nothing.
So, we got up early today and had breakfast, then started working on getting our stuff together. Some of my gear mysteriously vanished from its bag while at my grandmother's house, so we made a list of what we needed to go in to town to get.
We headed to Walmart, bought a new tackle box, some new this and that's...I don't remember what all. Lures and bobbers and line, idk what else. We then head back to stuff things in to the new tackle box, pack us a small bag for snacks, water and the worms once we get them, and we head out to the state park where they usually sell worms.
Sold out, they tell us a guy that sells them in town. We make it there, and his icechest is empty. Worms and catfish bait are gone.
Back in to town, back to Walmart, where in retrospect we should have just gotten worms the first time. We go ahead and pick up some more drinks. We considered beer. In retrospect, damn I wish we'd gotten the beer.
To the lake! ...our pass code doesn't work. While my father is getting frustrated and redialing, I call the state park. Turns out they accidentally gave us the day pass pass code yesterday! So now we drive back to the state park where they give us the "permanent" (yearly) pass code for season passes. Back to the lake!
We get our rods, the tackle box, and our snack/worms/water bag, and head to the water. Too shallow to cast out. We decided to head up along the right of the bank along the rocks toward the pier. Water was deeper here, but now the wind was against us. We'd have broken our necks following the bank further, so we back tracked and headed up to the road leading to the dam (closed to cars, but still open to bikes and pedestrians!) and we started walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.
We finally found a nice place several miles later on the opposite side of the lake to cast out and...the wind had changed directions. We decide to walk a little further down.
We hit mud. Hm. Maybe we can pass here.
My father sinks in up to his knees.
Oh, we can't.
He loses both shoes, and I have to wade in to the mud to retrieve them. We start walking around. He loses his shoes twice more, we're both covered in mud from head to toe at this point, and by the time we reach another good point to fish...the wind has changed directions AGAIN.
Well, it's now 4:15, and we've two hours until sunset, when the lake closes. We're almost all the way around the lake, so we set off to get back. At this point, the wind decides to stop completely. Oh. NOW it stops.
We recognize the ramp that leads up to the road, so after we take a break on some drift wood, I decide we should just cut through the field, because I see a deer trail up ahead through the deeper brush, and I know it leads back to the road. I break off some wood for my father to use as a walking stick, and we set off.
My father finally hits the wall and can't make it further. To explain this a bit further, he has ms, is diabetic, and is in his early 60s. He's also very out of shape. He has to call my mother to come get him. I leave the water with him and tell him I'll head up to see how far it is, and to guide my mother in.
A Klik and a half up, I find the road. Three kliks and I've run up the road and found my mother. I guide her down through the forks and to the access ramp to get back to my father. At this point my leg starts bleeding and I realize I've sliced it open on one of the low brush stumps. Oh well.
So we load my father in to the back seat, get all the equipment in, and drive him back up to his truck where he and I hop out and head home. As we're heading out, we just look at each other...sigh, and finally just...die laughing. God, what a day.
He dove straight in the shower, I took the shower after, and he just lay in bed for about an hour. We've both dosed up on ibuprofen and I realized about 30m ago that I hadn't eaten since 8 this morning. So I'm just now eating. I'm not super hungry but wow, what a day.
At LEAST 6 miles around the lake...I'd say he got his exercise in! And hell I ran that whole 3k up to my mother. I am...beat. I hurt all over, my leg and head are throbbing....but at least I'm not mud and blood soaked anymore!
OMG and my vibrams are just...solid mud caked. We had to hose them outside before they could even be thrown in the washing machine. The only thing I hooked all day was my father. That's the real kicker.
...
Yes we're going back next week.
SCHOOL
0/$10,000 :C
GENERAL
0/$800
I certianly hope next week is far more rewarding( and warm enough). we've had weird ass weather as usual here. hot, cold, hot and humid, cold, cold and wet, frreezing, hot.. so on so forth.
Best of luck! Hope you catch somethin' :) it'll be a victory hard won. Hope your dad's doin alright. sounds like trips like that shouldnt become a habit.
Weather here has been pretty crazy, too. I guess that defines the south. We haven't gotten any rain for a bit, though we're supposed to tomorrow. It's warmed up for a few days, but I think by the weekend the temp here is going to dip back down again. We were seeing temps in the teens for a while. My dad's...doing okay, all things considered. I think my mother's just thrilled to see us doing something together that doesn't involve WWIII, honestly.
Do you think you'll be making it to TFF this year?
my mom's staff this year LOL she volenteered so much last year that they made her staff(with per acceptabce) kinda crazy. :P
Yeah, I'll be at furry fiesta with Dan again this year. :3