Where is Fargo you ask? Well, it is about as far as you can go before civilization disappears ... and that was the goal.
I loaded up my Winnebago with all my crap end headed out early in the morning, even before the crazed "morning bloggers" were up commenting and dropping E Cards. My giant 52oz coffee mug was at my side, and I wore a diaper so the journey would not take so long with urine stops. I cannot take credit for that idea, as I heard about this TRICK on the news once.
After being on the road for 3 hours, I stopped at my all time favorite greasy spoon diner, the "Brooks Family Dining" house on Route #77. Their eggs Benedict is the COUP de Grass. (that's how we say it around here)I was lucky too, because Florence was working the tables - I have just a wee bit of a mad crush on Florence and her booo font hairdo. I walked in with a BIG smile and sat down in the corner. She asked if I was wearing a diaper, and I said, "Yep". She said to me verbatim .... "Speedy, you really have issues".
I winked at her, and then handed out a sloppy wet kiss. She told me I was quite good with romantic embraces, and to call her if I ever completed an intensive mental therapy program.
After scooping up the last bit of hollandaise sauce with my toast, I shuffled over to the bait store across the street.
I bought 10 Lindee Rigs, 5 spools of 12 lbs test filament line, and 100 leaches. If you are going fishing, you need the right equipment.
I took this photo driving into the cabin area owned by Sam Havenscrodells. He likes to fix trucks! Can't say I have ever seen him finish one, but he is always buying them. I like it here because the rent for a night is 29.00 dollars, and the boats are included. I always bring my own bedding though. Laundry is not much of a priority here it seems at Canabevea Lake Shores.
Here I am after landing my first 27 pound lunker. I saved this baby and had him mounted later in the week. Nothing like mounting something .... a proud moment in Hollydale history, you betcha`. The lil rascal put up a heck of a fight, say maybe 20 minutes of intense fish battling. The drag from my reel was screaming like a senior citizen that just hit the bingo line during double points. After an event of this magnitude, a man gets awful hungry! (again)
