Daddy and I have been trying to get together for a gigging trip…one of our favorite things to do…and it seemed EVERYTIME we picked a night when I was off…mother nature would shake her apron out on us. The wind would blow a gale and it would storm.
Sunday night was no exception…so once again we were not able to go.
Monday evening late my phone rings and its daddy:smiley:. “Are you ready to go?” He asks… I quickly looked at the clock …and then cast a sly glance at Donnie who had that all knowing look on his face that he knew just where this conversation was heading. I told daddy I would call him right back. Donnie told me to go ahead…and that I just as well take my clothes with me , when I asked him if it was ok…“don’t have enough time if we are to catch the tide” I replied…so can I pick them up tomorrow:clown_face:?? Of course he was joking…I think
Grabbed my two "mr Ed " gigs and stuck them and my spot device in the car…grabbed a bag of ice , a cooler and some water and off I went.
The whole ride there I refused to turn on the radio for fear of hearing squall warnings…and made it to mcclellanville in record time.
We finished putting everything in the boat and after mom forced us to eat a sandwich… off we went.
I couldn’t believe how calm it was when we got to the ramp…and only two other trucks in the lot…and those belonged to “the turtle people”
Quick discussion on where we were going to go and off we went
Daddy’s home made stern light cover he cracks me up…said the gator aid bottle would "power up "the light
Thumbs up from daddy
We went to the bay and decided to try there and work our way back through some
Great post Penny. I know what you mean about the pipe. My best friends Dad used to smoke one when I was a kid, and the smell of the pipe tobacco was kinda “him”. I’ll never forget it.
This only the second time I have read your post. I think it’s awsome that you get to spend time together like that and the story you tell while doing it. Thanks for the read. I look forward to your next trip.
optiker…i often still see daddy cupping his hand a certain way as he did when he cradled his pipe in it. one of the funniest things that happened with us was once we were out oystering and i looked back and saw a puff od smoke coming from daddys shirt! he had stuck his pipe in it and it must have still had a ember because his pocket was smoldering!!! I have about 15 or so of his old pipes in a glass cabinet of "keepsake trasures…that mean only something to me. soe of the pipes are “doctored”…like two with crab claw pinchers stuck up in a little hole that nurnt through and broken off to seal it, one with duct tape, one with electrical. all are worn on one side of the bowl wher ehe tapped it out on the side of the boat…and on the stem where he had it clinched between his teeth. I have a couple of his old leather tobacco pouches too. when I open that cabinet the smell and memories of times spet with daddy fill my senses.
he cracks me up…said the gator aid bottle would "power up "the light
