Proof....that God Protects Drunks and Fools

July 10
Bells and I started our day with a short walk as we slept in a bit after all it was Sunday- the day of fishin'. During our morning romp for Bells to accomplish necessities,. and  luckily prior to her finding any cat shit delicacy, we were saved by our host "Eli" (tall, dark and handsome Portuguese Water dog) and his hand maid Carlene who invited us to lunch at Lucky Dawgs to which I gladly accepted the invitation and  made plans to meet at noon.
Lucky Dawgs located in a scenic area of St. Marys- attached to the BP station with plenty of outside seating. We arrived to meet our hosts' a little before noon. Since we arrived first and to void the "Valley of Pisserdom", not to be confused with the "valley of death" as the "valley of death" allows the person participating peace or so we Judeso Christians have been convinced. Okay enough religion, back to Lucky Dawgs....upon our arrival I am excited as I wish to eat in the patio area and even suggest that we go have a seat and wait on Carlene and Ron to arrive. I am told. " Let's just wait in truck, they may have a specific place they enjoy sitting" ( translation heat index 108* Dear God. please let them sit inside where they have AC). To my delight, our host hate cold weather and request to sit on patio. I prayed, also- Goal one goes to drunks.. Our meal was wonderful once again I had fresh fish as we are on the coast and Ryan had the burger, to which he states "there are fresh cows on the coast, too." After eating,we remained on the patio in a delightful conversation for 2 hrs+.......remember the heat index is still 108* and the "Pisserdom" never emerges. I recognize this phase as a getting to know new folks and thank God for my reprieve of dining inside.
Good times..... then to the grocery store and on an ice run and finally "Kandy the Kayak" heads out on her inaugural fishing expedition.... Are you all ready?
We disembark from Crooked Creek Boat Ramp with impending storms to the left......heck if I know what direction that is. Remember we have  no worries as we have 24/7 radar access on the Android and my skillful rowing skills to face whatever Android misses. Approximately one mile to the left (toward the storm clouds) we find the perfect inlet that only Kandy can maneuver Ryan rigs up for both of us and after extensive lessons for me in how, when and where to cast I am able to proudly say I am the only one to. catch a "thang".... marsh grass of course but entertaining.... Since I have a a couple of ADHD tendencies and a puckered asshole, I appointed myself in charge of storm-watching....for a couple of hours the storm clouds continued to move leftward though the skies above us darkened. I diligently continued my pursuit of a fisherman's high by casting without hooking myself or the Captain aboard..
Back to Storm-Watching.... after the catch and release of my second mound of marsh grass I notice the leftward moving clouds turn and begin moving rightward. to which I turn to my aforementioned Captain of Kandy and say "I think we should head back". Let me just say we ended up using the Florida Gator colored umbrella(shh... this is Clint's Christmas gift) as a sail turning "Kandy the Kayak" into a Redneck Sailboat. It seems as though my expert rowing is not sufficient against the tide, but my ability to hoist the sail was..... This story can be summed up with the title Proof-God protects Drunks and Fools as we are back safe and sound and arguing over which one is the drunk and which one is the fool....?