Blockade Runners 5-7,8,&9

[reeltime]

It wuz such a bad time that i vote we do it all over again.....lol.....let's do it again.

[coachlaw]

I have about 3 more hours of paperwork to do tonight before I can think about pics and stories. Y'all know what? I always have to tell the story. Why don't y'all tell it?

[fuzzy]

I would but I only remember part of it.Best music I've heard in a long time.You got some good neighbors on the bayou also.

[reeltime]

The story is what happens at Camp stays at Camp.....lol.....Those were some good freinds and better musicians that you have Sandy. Fuzzy BTW you is a tug boat capitian that wuz driving that shoalwater like Coe's gator tail .....lol....man i wish i had the video of that brother.

[coachlaw]

Someone needs to change fuzzy's handle to "Barnacle Bob" LOL!

Got my grades in. I'm going to bed.

[dbarham]

good story...

[fuzzy]

We made it from point a to point b.Thats all that matters.It was dark.No radar on the shoalwater.

[coachlaw]

Finally

Well, here we go. I headed out on Friday afternoon and made it to the camp right at sunset. 'Twas a wonderful evening with the water as flat as Kansas. The skeeters came out after sunset and I got some work done inside while waiting for the Get-O-Cowboys to arrive. They showed just as I was ready to crash around 3:30am. I headed to the launch to meet them and get Tres' new vessel, the "Jenny Says" into the water for the first time. We rigged her out with new lines and loaded her up. I backed here in and it was all downhill from there. She'd start, but wouldn't run. (I've got an appointment to take her to Gregr1971 tomorrow.) Sooooo we trailered her up and resolved to try the next time. We loaded everything up in the Blockade Runner and headed for the camp. As soon as we got there, I crashed. What went on between 4:30am and noonish, I have NO IDEA.

So I'm cooking breakfast at noon:30 and 007 has come by already with Big Willy and Reeltime and Fuzzy are on the way. I got breakfast ready, and I was sure it was enough for all, but the Get-O-Cowboys and I just about finished it off before everyone arrived. I got right to making the first boil of the weekend. Crabs were running fine and we had a load of them with taters, sausage, corn, etc. Guys kept going fishing and I just kept cooking and sitting on the front porch. There were some good times to be had for sure.

007 and Rusty hit the road later than they had planned, and everyone else got settled in. Poor Fuzzy drew the short straw and got the floor. We got dinner rolling and had my fresh Trout Debris' for an appetizer before killing the coals and heading over to the Moody Lodge in the salt cedars to finish off the ribs and get the concert going.

After a bit of a meet and greet, the guys got cranked up with Tres and Mike on the guitars and vocals and Josh on the fiddle. Talk about pass a good time. The food and drinks flowed as everyone enjoyed the tunes. There was even an episode of a fiddler crab being intentionally eaten by one drunken denizen. LOL! After the first set, the band ate and drank and well, they were plum tuckered out. So they headed back to the camp, except for Tres. He stayed and played a second set all by himself. Talk about some great stuff!

I can't remember when he finally packed it in, but I was tired enough to hit the sack hard again and sleep all the way 'til 11am. Again I was cooking breakfast around noonish and getting the boil ready for a followup take-home dinner. Josh and Trey left with Reeltime and Fuzzy. Then Mike, Tres, and I went to work preparing for the spray in insulation that TMO. We worked pretty darn hard for an hour or so, then sat for a while enjoying the porch and the beautiful day before we loaded up the boat with trash and scraps. I then brought them in and saw them off.

I got back to the camp and cleaned up. Then I sat and enjoyed the rest of the day with Fat Albert. As usual, I stayed as late as I could before shoving off. I still can't believe all that has happened and all the people that have helped make the dream of having a camp again come true. It's like living a dream just being able to sit on that porch. Like 007 said, it's just destiny.

Here are some pics finally. Look for my invite tomorrow night.

Pic 1 and 4 Activity on the dock
Pic 2 Trey enjoys his trout debris
Pic 3 Fuzzy steadying himself in the doorway
Pic 5 Fuzzy steadies himself on the porch

[coachlaw]

More pics

Pic 1 Fuzzy steadies himself on Reeltime
Pic 2 Trey and Mike say the food is good!
Pic 3 Fuzzy finally succumbs and falls in a chair
Pic 4 The band gets cranked up
Pic 5 Tres pickin' and Josh sawin' on a fiddle, playin' it hot.

[coachlaw]

Even more pics

Pic 1 - 5 Tres plays a long second set solo.

[coachlaw]

Mas pics

Pic 1 - I come home to find Albert sick. He done smoked the whole pack after he got into the whisky.
Pic 2 - BOIL! It's what's for lunch.
Pic 3 - A little front porch sittin'.
Pic 4 and 5 - Albert lounges about.

[nokatchin]

looks like a great time

[Dookie Ray]

Sandman! I'm going to try to slide out for a visit this Saturday. I need to take my wife fishing and run the boat, so maybe I'll see you out there!

Dook

[coachlaw]

I'll be headin' to the crawfish boil via boat around noonish 'til about sunset I imagine. - Sandy

[bayouboy]

Looks like you guys had a great time.