Part II
The day was remarkable in that, for the most part, there was not another vehicle on the beach. I was so alone that near the end of the day I put on my "birthday suit" and stood out in the open and poured a gallon of fresh water over me to freshen up a bit before putting on some clean clothes to drive home in. Then I casually strolled back over to the truck and got a towel and dried off. I can't remember the last time I did that. I've seen my grandson do it before but he was 4 years old. Actually I do recall a time on the beach when I had just come out of the water and had nothing on but a towel wrapped around me. The wind did a little side-swoop and the towel came off, rolled into a ball and went under the door of the truck and down the beach. But that was an accident!
The last part of the day was definitely better for fishing and being in the water. The new F-150 Makes a lot more shade than the little Ranger did and I enjoyed a brief nap there at one point.
On a more somber note, you know how sometimes, right slap in the middle of a great day, one of those little silent tradgedies happens. Nothing serious, just a little something to make you say "aw ****" I had two such incidents happen to me.
First, I had worn my blue flip-flops down to the water to rinse out a bucket and when I turned around to head back the little piece that goes between your toes on the left one pulled out and the strap broke. These were the ones that Baxter had such a time with at his first beach gathering. I offered them to him on the next go-round but he had already moved on by then. Life moves pretty fast for puppies, I recon. I tried to remember how long I've had them and I just don't have a clue. They have been with me twice to the wilds of Northern Onterio on the fly out fishing trips. They have been with me to many ports of call in the western, southern, and Mexican Caribbean. And they have been on the beach with me here more times, and for more years than I can count. They were the absolute best, most comfortable ones I ever had. I shall miss them...sniff, sniff. :headknock
Also my "flag staff" came all apart on me. You notice the windsock I always fly when I'm on the beach. We got that the first years we rented a beach house (circa 1981) and we have flown it at ever beach house we rented since, plus I fly it when ever I'm on the beach. You may also have notice that at one point during the day I put my TTMB flag on it as well. That rod was OLD when we first got the windsock and that is what we had been using all this time. As I was taking it down yesterday all but one of the eyes came off because the wrapping was rotten. the tip came off too. And to make matters worse it broke the ferrule (it's a two-piece) taking it appart. At least it didn't fall apart piece-by-piece. It just about blew up in my face. Now I suppose I'll have to get a new rod to use. I'll just get a cheap-o, don't need a BillyStiX just to fly a flag and a windsock!
I sure hated to see the day end! I left all the good fish there for next time but I did get two large garbage bags full of everything from dirty diapers to oil filters picked up and put in the blue barrels. I always try to leave the beach a little cleaner than I found it. BTW, I brought home some drift wood. There are tons of it on the beach now and when it dries out I think it will be great.
I didn't catch anything to keep or eat but I had some good pulls and that ain't bad. I can't wait to do it agin! :an2:
#1. Who can guess what this is?
#2. I have always been fascinated with the moon...day or night.
#3. I thought this made a nice late afternoon shot.
#4. I took this shot and then struck my colors and headed back to Deer Park.
#5. I went home through Galveston and I stopped on the seawall for one more moon shot.
Can't say, at this point, when I'll get to do this again. I have a couple of fires I'm trying to put out but hopefully I can catch a day next week. I'll be watching the weather and ducking what ever come at me in hopes to get a day late next week, after all the storms are over/gone
The day was remarkable in that, for the most part, there was not another vehicle on the beach. I was so alone that near the end of the day I put on my "birthday suit" and stood out in the open and poured a gallon of fresh water over me to freshen up a bit before putting on some clean clothes to drive home in. Then I casually strolled back over to the truck and got a towel and dried off. I can't remember the last time I did that. I've seen my grandson do it before but he was 4 years old. Actually I do recall a time on the beach when I had just come out of the water and had nothing on but a towel wrapped around me. The wind did a little side-swoop and the towel came off, rolled into a ball and went under the door of the truck and down the beach. But that was an accident!
The last part of the day was definitely better for fishing and being in the water. The new F-150 Makes a lot more shade than the little Ranger did and I enjoyed a brief nap there at one point.
On a more somber note, you know how sometimes, right slap in the middle of a great day, one of those little silent tradgedies happens. Nothing serious, just a little something to make you say "aw ****" I had two such incidents happen to me.
First, I had worn my blue flip-flops down to the water to rinse out a bucket and when I turned around to head back the little piece that goes between your toes on the left one pulled out and the strap broke. These were the ones that Baxter had such a time with at his first beach gathering. I offered them to him on the next go-round but he had already moved on by then. Life moves pretty fast for puppies, I recon.
I tried to remember how long I've had them and I just don't have a clue. They have been with me twice to the wilds of Northern Onterio on the fly out fishing trips. They have been with me to many ports of call in the western, southern, and Mexican Caribbean. And they have been on the beach with me here more times, and for more years than I can count. They were the absolute best, most comfortable ones I ever had. I shall miss them...sniff, sniff. :headknockAlso my "flag staff" came all apart on me. You notice the windsock I always fly when I'm on the beach. We got that the first years we rented a beach house (circa 1981) and we have flown it at ever beach house we rented since, plus I fly it when ever I'm on the beach. You may also have notice that at one point during the day I put my TTMB flag on it as well. That rod was OLD when we first got the windsock and that is what we had been using all this time. As I was taking it down yesterday all but one of the eyes came off because the wrapping was rotten. the tip came off too. And to make matters worse it broke the ferrule (it's a two-piece) taking it appart. At least it didn't fall apart piece-by-piece. It just about blew up in my face. Now I suppose I'll have to get a new rod to use. I'll just get a cheap-o, don't need a BillyStiX just to fly a flag and a windsock!
I sure hated to see the day end! I left all the good fish there for next time but I did get two large garbage bags full of everything from dirty diapers to oil filters picked up and put in the blue barrels. I always try to leave the beach a little cleaner than I found it. BTW, I brought home some drift wood. There are tons of it on the beach now and when it dries out I think it will be great.
I didn't catch anything to keep or eat but I had some good pulls and that ain't bad. I can't wait to do it agin! :an2:
#1. Who can guess what this is?
#2. I have always been fascinated with the moon...day or night.
#3. I thought this made a nice late afternoon shot.
#4. I took this shot and then struck my colors and headed back to Deer Park.
#5. I went home through Galveston and I stopped on the seawall for one more moon shot.
Can't say, at this point, when I'll get to do this again. I have a couple of fires I'm trying to put out but hopefully I can catch a day next week. I'll be watching the weather and ducking what ever come at me in hopes to get a day late next week, after all the storms are over/gone
