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Frank and Richard drove to Lake
Martin, near Dadeville, Alabama, on April 19, 2002. Richard reached the Marina Bay Condos first. He enjoyed trying to make the lock combination given to him by the realtor work. So did Frank when he arrived. Finally, we borrowed a regular phone and called her. (Our cell phones wouldn't work in that region.) "Oh, maybe that was the combo for another condo. Ha Ha! Am I a silly!" said the realtor, who is a pleasant woman and funny. But dumb. Finally, however, we managed to get inside. Boy, was it fancy. So many pillows on the couch we couldn't sit on it. So, we used it for our fishing stuff. |
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Frank liked the kitchen. We visited a store
and bought several items that would be good to eat. These Frank cooked for our evening meal on Friday and our breakfasts on Saturday and Sunday. Frank is a good fry cook and if he ever needs a job I think he is ready for the big time: Huddle House or even Krystal. Not everyone likes food that consists largely of animal fat, potatoes, and flour. Good thing they weren't with us! I gained 5 pounds by the YMCA scale. BUT GOOD! |
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Of course, since I had the camera I had to
set the timer and run to get in the photo. This left me very little time to protect myself from Frank's so-called "humor." So here we are looking like a couple of sissy boys when the truth is we are very manly men. At least I am. After fishing until dark we came back to our luxury digs, cleaned up, and ate a delightful meal consisting of a large steak, charbroiled to perfection at our condo pool by Chef Frank, (plus hash browns, salad, and cheese nachos with onion dip). Then we cleaned up, consumed several alcoholic beverages of our choice, and set out to meet the natives at a local nightspot called Col. Tom's. |
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wedding party in progress
at this excellent roadhouse, so the joint was jumping. It looked like we had died and gone to heaven, but, alas, there is always something. Here were scores of Alabama belles itching to dance and the groom had invited a two piece jazz combo, friends of his from Birmingham--who did not know the first thing about danceable. They knew loud, however, and set out to prove it. |
So, everyone went outside and smoked
(everyone in Alabama is very friendly and nice and smokes like a car with a bad valve job). Finally, disappointed, partially deaf, and almost choked, we said good by to the waitresses, and walked out without paying our bill, which they kept in an old fashioned ledger. This made it necessary to go back Saturday night. |
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But all was not hamming up photos, eating dead animal fat and drinking
alcoholic beverages.
No, some of the time was spent fishing. Frank is using the passive method in this shot. I am shooting the photo. Rest assured, however, that we were both aware of the state of our poles and corks at all times. |
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We got up a little late Saturday morning.
For some reason I decided not to try to pop up before daylight. We then ate a bountiful restorative breakfast before hitting the lake. Then it was fish, fish, fish, fish. We caught a reasonable number, mostly in the one pound range. All were bass. We let them go so they could learn how to get to be big bass for our next visit. Our next door condo neighbor and his pop told us over a late afternoon beer that we were on the shallow end of the lake and should have been up near the northern end. Well, maybe next time. |
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Saturday night we ate at a restaurant where
our waitress was named Sadie and was the skinniest woman I ever saw in a tee shirt. She was nice, however, and gave me a free beer because I unplugged the john in the ladie's rest room. We ate store bought animal fat and carbohydrate rich food and then went back to Col. Tom's to pay up our tab. It looked promising. Even without a wedding it was still SATURDAY NIGHT! |
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This time, however, that never seen, but
fiendishly clever master showman Col. Tom had a new ploy. He had hired a spike-haired, be-tattooed, and pierced disk jockey to play nothing but Redneck Rap Music, which was not only undanceable--it was unfoottappable! Just as well, as we were somewhat fatigued from our late Friday and day on the lake. So, bidding bye-bye to the jolly crowd we retired early and hit the sack. Sunday morning we rose in the dark and were at our favorite spot just as the sun came blazing up over the perfectly calm and lovely lake. |