No Mike, we had to call it a scratch. Jim called me about 0230 this morning and we officially decided to let it go for this time. I find it funny, in an irritating kinda way, that the weather is bad enough to kill a fishin' trip, but not bad enough to keep me from doin' the yard work. Unless it comes a real frog-strangler I'll be gettin' with that very shortly.
I s there some subtle, evil force with a hateful sense of humor at work here, or is my paranoia just workin' over time?!?
Now I gotta go UNpack all the junk outa my truck and try to find some one that wants to eat 4 sammiches for breakfast. I hate UN planning a fishin' trip!