The weekend ended for me yesterday with Patrick and I hitting the par three course at Cottonwood Hills. It was his first time golfing. Look at that form.
The weekend started with the Helena, Project Healing Waters trip. Here's Barb and Jamie who participated in the program getting it done.
The group wanted to all go on the same stretch so they could rib each other on the way down. It's pretty tough to give someone crap when the fishing is as stupid as it was Friday. I swear, as soon as you got the fly in the water something was going to eat it. That is until the California Islands. I don't really get it but once we hit the islands it went from stupid good to a cesspool of nothing but weeds and skunk water--like the siren went off at the stone quarry and Fred slid down the dinosaur's back to head out for the weekend; every fish just disappeared. Erie.
Oh well, today will not include bumper boats or the fishing suddenly turning off...
Keep 'em where they live...
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