continued

memories grow hazy

I'd tired of the frustration I'd experienced w/ the long rod

futility

so I decided to spend a leisurely day

jrinking beer in the shade and fishing a spinning rod

corn and salmon eggs

there was a guy there w/ the same idea

I polished off my six pack

strolled back to campsite and loaded up a twelve pack

headed back to the shady spot

where the guy pulled out a bottle of crown royal and passed it my way

this continued throughout the course of the day

with nary a nibble to show for it

we didn't care we were lit

I was struck by extreme urgency

I had to shit like now

I started a ridiculous butt clenched quick walk to the outhouse 

a couple hundred yards

I thought I would make it

I did not

I cleaned myself up tossed my drawers and resumed fishing and jrinking

yuck

the sun went down

I was plastered

walked back to camp where phildo was preparing some baby back ribs on the grill

shit was spinning I was seeing double

figured I had better sit down

sat in a campchair beside the campfire

and pitched face first into the fire

I got the hell outta there right quick

crawled into my tent and sleeping bag

I awoke the next morning feeling and looking like death warmed over

I have a pic - you will not see it

we drove to wal mart in farmington

purchased necessary salves ointments and bandages

phildo ministered to my numerous wounds

I looked like shit but felt all right

I would be back