Manweekend

The day was sunny, humid, and hot. A good breeze started up around three in the afternoon and the evening weather was outstanding. The wind terminated fishing operations because the waves were threatening to flounder the Aquapimp.

Like father like son. John McCall’s enthusiasm for the sport of angling is … modest. He did get a pretty good sunburn out on the HAM however. John had to take off but he was replaced by Allen’s friend Mike so the Edgewood Cottage’s contingent remained at full strength.

Scott caught the biggest fish of course, a 30″ 5.5lb northern. To him goes the coveted title, “The Man With The Golden Rod.” He might as well get it tattooed.

With Ty not understanding that it’s Man Weekend and not Man Day, Allen had to prep the Ty-tanic. One of the tasks is to close a valve that drains the cooling system. Allen didn’t recognize the valve because the allen key hole is worn into a circle. Apparently yesterday the Ty-tanic wasn’t out long enough for anyone to notice that the bilge was filling with water. They noticed today. Too bad the Ty-tanic’s bilge pump doesn’t work.

And speaking of boats that don’t work, the Red Rocket is still toast.

If the steaks that Patrick brings get any more tender they’re going to turn into pudding. Maybe that’ll be a good thing for Man Weekend XXXXX when none of the Founding Men have any teeth left. Every year I think that the Man Meals have reached the pinnacle of perfection and every year Patrick outdoes himself. Does Man Weekend have the standing to take out a life insurance policy on him?

Ned and the Companions of the Grow Cottage brought wood and lit a fire in the ridge grill but it was a surprisingly modest and restrained affair, probably because it was too damn hot.