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Date Posted: 15:06:41 06/29/05 Wed In reply to: Grapenuts 's message, "Re: And now you know, the rest of the story..." on 11:31:21 06/29/05 Wed Thanks Grapenuts. Actually, I'm a scientist in my day job, which means I write & publish constantly, but in a dry, technical manner. BTW If you ever need to know when to hyphenate the term "anal retentive", I'm your man. I'll need some help retelling the entire series of events, but we arrived at the boat launch Thursday morning (day one) and one of the local (commercial) fishermen asked Pathfinder what we were doing. Pathfinder said we were going to Rock Island & the guy responded, "What, in THAT SNOT?!". Your bro also asked the guy who operated the boat launch what it would cost to park there & he came back with the quote of the trip, "No, you're alright. If you want to go out THERE in one of those things and call it a boat, you're alright by me." So we packed up and gathered for final instructions around 1030 hours. On a hunch I checked the NOAA weather radio. The first words I heard were something about an "Emergency Marine Bulletin", bla, bla, bla, and something about water spouts being sighted, 60 mph winds, cloud to ground lightening, large hail, and to get off the water and seek shelter immediately. Not the way to start things off. Within 20 minutes the weather went from cloudy & calm to a scene out of "Cape Fear" as we got nailed by a bitch of a stormfront from the north. I'm sure you'll see the pictures of the wicked fingers of Satan himself as he reached across the sky. It was one of the most intimidating and gruesome storm fronts I'd ever seen. We sought refuge in the Jeeps/Faraday Cages, and endured the battering of a brief downpour in high winds. Fortunately the storm blew over in about 30-40 minutes and things calmed. I noticed Papa was quite sick. I guess he had a headcold and took something (probably ending in the letters –cet, -dan, or maybe -phine) that knocked him on his ass. Nobody said anything as far as I know, but that guy seriously earned some respect by toughing it out the way that he did in his condition – especially in a leadership role. That guy has your back regardless of the situation. The forecast for the rest of the day was for wind and waves, but no lightening or precip. So damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead! In true FBET style we prepared to head south on kayak. What happened next is likely to be told differently depending on who you talk to, but since I've never been one to let facts get in the way of a good story, I'll let it rip... Just as soon as I put in a few more hours here at "work". [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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 Re: "You're goin' out in this snot!?!" | Pathfinder | 22:12:05 06/29/05 Wed |
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