Well, here's the scoop.
I went to Lake Texoma on Friday. Planned on calling Lusk and George when I got on some fish. My cell phone's antenna broke and I basically had no service the entire time I was there. The water was cold and the river was low, so there really wasn't a bite on yet. We only caught about 200 fish and the average size striper was about two pounds. We did catch several dozen spotted bass up to 2.5 pounds and my cousin Craig caught a 43 inch, 43 pound blue cat on 6 pound test, which will likely land him a line class world record citation. It was an epic battle that seemed to go on forever. I'll try to post some pictures at a later date. I travelled a total of 1750 miles, primarily because there is a design flaw in the lake. Apparently the people who decided where to build the dam didn't take into account that three guys from Lincoln would try to fish from shore at some point in the 21st century and it is very inconvenient to get from point to point due to the lake's bizzare star-shaped configuration. The extra 650 miles above and beyond the round trip were spent driving around in sweat filled neoprene waders. I spent 51 hours this weekend in my waders. If I'm not quick to rinse and hang them to dry tonight I'm sure they'll be growing mushrooms by morning.
I stayed at an inexpensive motel in Denison last night. I had also been having some trouble getting my watch/alarm clock to function, so when the knock on the door came this morning I lurched out of bed thinking I had overslept. The voice came from outside saying "Ready?" In my stupor, I replied "I'll be right out"! I quickly grabbed the cooler that I had packed last night and, in my sweat pants, bent over and dragged the cooler to the door and opened it, only to find a forty-something woman looking at me in the pitch black of night.
"Who are you?", she asked in a stunned voice.
"Who are you?", I replied in a MORE stunned voice.
It was then I realized that it was 3:30 in the morning and this lady had apparently come to the door for other reasons, of which I'm unable or unwilling to speculate.
That's the LAST time I ever open a motel room door without confirming the identity of the person outside.
:rolleyes:
