The Accu-ManWeatherâ„¢ Satellite Report is in for this weekend from our ManWeatherâ„¢ Headquarters in Delaware.
I’ve been watching the weather up in Highgate Springs and I’m pleased to report that the weather will be fucking awesome during Man Weekend.
This, in turn, means that fishing will suck…so bring extra beer.
-Mike
Thanks Mike!
As some of you may already know, my wife and I are expecting our first child very soon. Because of recent developments regarding the wildly vacillating expected due date, I will be unable to attend Manweekend this year.
In preparation for this, I have created 5 proxy videos to be viewed at various intervals during Manweekend ’09. Successfully deployed at the strategic times, these videos will create a ‘virtual’ experience via the Internets simulating my attendance. I chose five popular MW scenarios and have uploaded them here. Please have them at the ready and trigger them at the appropriate times.
Thank you and have a great Manweekend.
-Charles
Prepare yourselves for this year’s Manweekend 11.
Goes to 11
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.
Man Weekend is pleased to welcome John McCall and welcome back Adam who brought his Range Rover as promised. Next year we want the Ferrari.
The boat gods are angry. The Red Rocket’s engine is seized up. The men of the Edgewood cottage may have to sacrifice the RR in order to save the HAM which is acting a little quirky. We’re thinking of a Viking Funeral.
The Ty-tanic and the HAM went out in the late afternoon but the fishing wasn’t very good. So far the leading contender for the Frank Martin Tackle Box Award is Glen’s half-pound perch.
Ty deigned to show up this year. Ty’s Man Weekend attendance has been a recent issue and corrective measures were required. Allen convened a gathering of the Senior Men who after practically no deliberation at all decided that Ty was not worthy of a full attendance star so Richard was directed to cut one in half. Ty will bear this reminder of his fecklessness for the rest of his life.
On the drive up Patrick stopped off in Watertown and picked up several pounds of handmade hot sausage that he cooked up for Friday’s dinner. And lamb. And clams. Wow. Just wow.
After dinner Richard entertained the Men with a firework.