Saturday, January 16, 2010

Done, Delta robbed, but headed to Bonefish Nirvanna

Whoever invented the 25,000 mile award rumor must be in purgatory (or hell if he is not catholic) from perpetrating such a bunch of convoluted doublespeak.  Yes, there are 25,000 mile award tickets out there if you are willing to travel on the 8th day of the week at midnight sitting next to goats or chickens and come back 8.325 days later on a different flight whose numbers do not start with any prime number.

Well, now that I have gotten the smell of being shafted by the airline out, I can now rejoice in the fact that I have now booked my tent site and transportation to what I hope will be bonefish nirvana at Long Key State Park.  Even greater is the fact that son-in-law Michael will join me to share this zen experience (he is the SOB that got me started in this addiction so I would let him marry my daughter.)  Now all I have to do is tie a couple of hundred crazy charlies, gotchas, sweet ernies, carb patterns, shrimp patterns, other salt water fish patterns, ad nauseam, between now and April 9 when I head home to little Havana for a couple of days of cuban food gluttony a before heading south to the keys. And, since the flight is free, I can now go and buy me a 4 piece 8wt rod to add to my growing stash of drivers, wedges -no... wait.... wrong sport... I mean rods of many sizes and pieces.  Luckily, I do have a decent reel so I can't find an excuse to buy another one.  Only small details are left, such as getting a tent, what to sleep on, what to eat, etc.  Luck has it, there is a Bass Pro on the way in Islamorada or some place around there, so I can always buy the stuff and stash it at my sister's house or ship it back to Memphis.