I took Mother's day off and after getting off the night shift at 0500 I realized several things;
1 This is a Sunday
2 The wife takes the kid and goes to church on Sunday
3 I do not
4 ?
5 I'm going fishing, sleep be damned!
So I came home to find my brother had crashed out on my couch who also works night shift but had been asleep for about an hour, good enough for an instant fishing buddy! "Get the hell up, we're going fishing!" and the response I received was to the best of my knowledge "HNgwuj..no mom..." this was unacceptable. I put some coffee on, stole his keys and started loading his Jeep with all my gear. He was out of the house as soon as he heard it go from a cold start to red line and I was treated to a half naked Taylor with a S&W .40 Shield in one hand and a flashlight in the other blinding me from the drivers window before I heard the house door open, the inexplicable shrieking from the engine bay might have something to do with that. Calmly rolling down the driver's window "...Get your other shoe and some coffee, we have someplace to be" he came back out in 17 seconds and flew into the passenger seat, this signaled the time to let back the throttle to an acceptable level before going into gear and down the road. Least the kid knows fishing is serious business, even had the presence of mind to grab a holster and a second travel mug for me; that's good people right there.
Google suggests driving time from Albuquerque to the Route 4 turnoff will take 82 minutes, Challenge Accepted. After trip to fill up and get ice we get there just at 67 minutes, the Wrangler Sport/Unlimited engine redesign in 2012 is nice. However when we arrived at the park pull in the water was stained from some previous rain and the biggest fish was a 12 inch stocked rainbow taken on the lower of a double Trout Magnet setup in chartreuse and Light Brown at around 0800 with no interest in anything else. When the Day Trip city folk showed up, and before the babied Mustang even came to a full stop a blonde kid of about 14 was out of the car and flying through the air and into the biggest pool about 5 feet in front of me. To my chagrin the kid managed to escape my hook, while managing a direct hit with his splash directly onto my DLSR.
Let that sink in for a moment,
I certainly did while we packed up as out came the multi tool and off came the Jeeps licence plate.
The sun was just coming over Battleship Rock and shining on the water as we drifted through the gravel spraying that special edition pony car and cracking the rear glass, it was a beautiful picture worthy moment...
