tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7584034825333384452024-03-13T13:58:46.495-07:00Fish BlogAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-59506853598995344422015-07-13T19:28:00.002-07:002015-07-13T19:28:17.589-07:00Update<div class="MsoNormal">
Here’s the run down after six weeks; having twin boys equals
no sleep for daddy and even less for mommy since she is the source of food. Honestly,
she felt like she had them strapped to her chest for the first few weeks until
we could get them on a schedule and alternating some bottles in there. Even now
they don’t always follow the schedule. We have been peed, pooped, and puked on,
sometimes all at once. We have gone through a hundred of loads of laundry, a thousand
diapers, and cleaned so many bottles that I could do it with my eyes closed,
which I’m sure I do at 4am anyway. Our lives now revolve around these two
little poop factories. We have no alone time, no time to collect our thoughts,
just when we think we get to sit down and relax, maybe have a beer, glass of
wine or scotch, a blood curdling scream comes from the nursery and the process
starts all over. And that’s just the times I am home. Amber gets an extra nine
hours with the twins of terror while I am at work. IT IS EXHAUSTING. There is nothing I’d rather
be doing. As I write this I glimpse over at the little 3 inch monitor that shows
Theodore sound asleep in his little Rock and Play (we call their space ships)
while Amber and Oliver are snuggled up on the bed and I couldn’t be happier. They have this way that frustrates you so much
when they don’t want to sleep or won’t stop crying then all of the sudden they
smile or give a little sigh that just makes your heart melt and you forget not
only that you are frustrated or even why but any concern you had, it’s gone. Poor
Penny pup stares at us waiting for just the slightest bit of attention even
though she likes to get in the way sometimes and makes the frustration worse. “Patience,”
I tell here. “Soon you will have a pair of young bucks chasing and tugging on
you, soon pup.” She doesn’t understand, she just wants to play with here ball. Just
looked over, yep still sleeping as I should be but hey like they say, “I’ll get
enough sleep when I’m dead.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Speaking of Scotch, from above, I need to update you on the
bottles I’ve put down and let you know what I think. So my list will is soon to
come with three scotches, a bourbon and a irish whiskey. <o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-17578048601584164002015-06-08T10:51:00.001-07:002015-06-08T10:52:52.200-07:00They're here<p dir="ltr">I became a dad Friday night to two beautiful baby boys. Hands down the happiest moment in my life. Theodore (left) and Oliver (right).</p>
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Here we are at 36 weeks now and the boys are weighing in at
just around five pounds each, giving Amber a grand total of just over ten
pounds of baby in her belly. Needless to say, she is uncomfortable, feet
swollen, babies are kicking her in the ribs and she still has 4 weeks to go.
Our baby monitor, the one with the camera, can be connected up to four cameras
so we bought a second camera (one for each boy) and of course after we had to
test it out. We played with it for an hour or so taking turns talking and
standing in front of the camera. The camera units even play music. We also
strapped in the bases for the car seats in the cars, packed our hospital bags,
and charged the camera, now we wait. <o:p></o:p></div>
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couple of weeks ago and caught my first sauger. I wasn’t fly fishing just
regular fishing, wading up Big Walnut Creek when I caught the toothy bastard.
It was the only fish I caught that day but I did find a canoe, wedge up in some
old tree branches and beat up pretty bad so I decided to leave it instead of
trying to get it. If you know me, then you would know for me to find something
is not uncommon but for me not to drag it home, no matter the condition, is a
rarity. I spent my childhood dragging things home from the woods such as
chainsaws, motorcycle tires, and creatures of all species. Things that are junk to many really was a
treasure to me. But it wasn’t all junk, some pieces of history as well such as
arrowheads, a dog tag (army issue not veterinary issue), even a musket slug
(bullet) with a little research told me it could date as far back as the 1800s.</div>
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The weekend before my fishing/canoe searching expedition I
ran my second half marathon. The cap city half, same one I ran last year,
finishing at one hour and fifty three minutes one minute slower than last year.
A couple hours after the race I got an email with all my stats one of which being
how many runners passed me versus how many I passed and it was depressing. I
was passed by three hundred runners, but in my defense I started in the elite
runners section… by accident. At the starting line they organize runners into corals,
I was registered to be in “A” coral but instead of getting in “A”, actually
should have been in the back of “A” almost in “B”, instead I lined up in the
elite runners section just in front of “A”. Needless to say I was passed, a
lot, especially at the start people just whizzed by me. It wasn’t until I got my stats that I
realized what happened. Even though I was slower this year, I was still satisfied
that I finished in the top thirty percent of over 7,000 runners that ran the
half. Some 15,000 runners, walker, and a few wheel chair athletes participated
in the days’ events which including a 5k, quarter, and the half marathon. After
the race a bite to eat and a few victory beers, then home to crash on the
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-2825381224385875432015-04-30T17:42:00.001-07:002015-04-30T17:42:47.208-07:00First Hard Decision of a new Dad<p dir="ltr">My first hard decision of a new dad of twins... who wears Batman and who wears Superman.</p>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here we are coming up on 32 weeks of pregnancy, Amber’s
belly is getting big and she claims it can’t get any bigger. Every day we take
a look at the basketball looking hump where here flat washboard stomach used to
be, just to see if the belly button has popped out like the little things on
turkeys to see if she is done, so far it’s still flat. The boys have fallen
into a routine taking turns playing kung Fu fighter during the day. It’s so weird
to feel the little guys kick or push their butts up against the belly and sometimes
I swear they know it’s me by responding to something I say or when I touch her
belly. The nursery is 99% complete and we have all the things we need, I think.
Everyone asks if we are ready and our
usual answer is, “is anyone ever really ready?” I think we are. Amber for sure
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ryne, the same friend from the West Virginia/Virginia AT
hike from October, and I took another hiking trip a couple weeks ago. This trip
took us south to Red River Gorge in the heart of Daniel Boone National Forest
in Kentucky .The weather was sketchy the week leading up until the Friday
morning we left but the weather couldn’t have been any better, sunny with a
slight cool breeze the rest of the weekend. The trail, muddy in areas from the
weeks’ worth of rain, started with a long steady climb up a ridge and then down
totaling 6 miles before having to cross two very cold, very flowing creeks less
than a mile from each other. At the first creek crossing we met a couple other
guys and their very happy dog, Ellie, who had her own pack. Ellie, a Rottweiler/husky
mix, was mostly black with one brown eye and the lightest blue eye that really stuck
out because her black face. Ryne and I
shed our boots prior braving the creeks barefoot moving slowly over the smooth
rocks while using our trekking poles to brace us emerging on the other side
just as our feet were numb from the cold water. After 5 hours and 9 miles we made camp in a
bowl (area surrounded by cliffs; like a bowl) below Indian Stair Case next to a
cold water stream. For dinner, freeze dried meals (Mountain House’s beef stroganoff
is the best), oatmeal cream pies for dessert, and a few sips of bourbon to take
the soreness out of the days hike on our legs. The next morning after sunrise we
made our way another 4 miles on the trail down the mountain, crossed a road to a
suspension bridge that no matter how careful I was or slow I walked it bounced
up and down. The trail then follows another
crystal clear stream with two crossings, this time on fallen logs before a long,
very muddy climb up to a small park road. After the road the trail cruises
along a ridge where our second camp was before dropping down into another bowl.
Setting up camp only took us a few minutes before we took turns hiking down less
than a quarter of a mile to a couple of water falls to fill our bottles and
wash our faces in the ice cold run off. It was only two in the afternoon giving
us plenty of time to kill before dark, which was spent wisely by gathering
wood, hanging a clothes line for wet clothes, building a fire ring with rocks,
a bench from logs, and playing homerun derby with sticks, acorns, and pine cones.
We also invented a game Ryne called “Mountain Man Golf.” Basically took two
short sticks tied together by a piece of rope and threw them at a log to try to
get them to wrap around it. Around dusky dark Ryne and I cooked our dinners, when
I say cooked I mean boiled water over a
small pocket stove, poured into the dried food bag, sealed and let stand for
the absolute longest 8 minutes of my life. We polished off the bourbon by the
fire before hitting our bags for good night sleep. Well, as good as it can get
in a sleeping bag and tent. Both
mornings freeze dried granola with blueberries and milk was for breakfast
before sunrise followed by packing up and more hiking. The last few miles of
the hike were filled with a moss covered rocks and trees along a stream in a
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-50077006850938298162015-03-02T13:14:00.001-08:002015-03-03T05:11:39.359-08:00Snow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-70385764644528810372015-03-02T12:12:00.000-08:002015-03-02T12:12:18.163-08:00Update<div class="MsoNormal">
I’ll start off with the two questions that everyone wants to
know; the babies are growing, six months and they are over a pound in momma’s
belly and Amber is doing great, a little tired but what do you expect, she is
carrying two boys. A few mornings ago they woke Amber up with a battle royale
in the belly trading kicks which means either soccer players or kung fu
fighters. Our baby monitor came in the mail this weekend as a gif and of course
these days they aren’t just the walkie-talkie type but have a camera, so of
course we played with it. The four inch monitor shows you the temp of the room,
has night vision, plays lullaby’s, and even has a motion/sound detector that
activates the screen so you can watch your baby. Never thought I’d be that
excited about a baby monitor. We also played with the car seats that we got
last week and set up a crib. I can imagine what I looked like trying to get the
car seat to detach from the base something like a caveman trying to work a
computer. After a few walks around the house we realized how big our arms will
get hauling these two little nuggets around. I’ll have plenty of chances to get
some curls in that is for sure. Amber has a few books she flips through and
fills me in on what to expect but her boss bought us the best book in the world
titled, “Go the F**k to Sleep.” By far one of the funniest books I have ever
read. Even better is I looked it up to find the author and found that they
offer it on CD as an audio book read by none other than Samuel L. Jackson (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Go-F-Sleep-Adam-Mansbach/dp/145584165X">http://www.amazon.com/Go-F-Sleep-Adam-Mansbach/dp/145584165X</a>).
I literally just laughed for ten minutes just listening to the small excerpt
from the reading. I highly recommend it. Cribs, car seats, outfits, monitors
and diapers are among some of the baby goodies that we have acquired up to this
point but still have plenty to get, along with getting the nursery done. I’ll keep you posted these last few months and
provide a few pics of the bump the finished nursery, and whatever else I come
across. Until then go the fuck to sleep. <o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-62631009472334032972015-01-30T10:07:00.004-08:002015-01-30T11:05:48.104-08:00I'm going to be Daddy<div class="MsoNormal">
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Amber is creeping up to 20 weeks pregnant now and it has
taken me this long to let the world know. I have been wanting to post something
about becoming a dad but didn’t know what to write about, but then it hit me,
just say it like you were screaming from a mountain top. As an expecting dad people
ask me if I’m nervous, scared, or stressed and honestly I’m just flat out
excited. I’m mean sure I’ve never changed a diaper or fed a baby but ill figure
it out, right? I’ll be fine. Who needs sleep? So with 20 weeks left, a little
less because of twins, we have started to buckle down on the nursery décor,
cribs, strollers, and all the baby stuff we need… times two. Diapers are
starting to pile up in the corner of the room that will be the babies’ room. Soon
our house will look like a baby store, and after they are born it will look
like a baby disaster. With two boys on the way, if they end up anything like
me, they will be entertainment and workout machines all in two little packages.
We will be able to get rid of the TV and treadmill. We will be chasing them all
over the house. So, becoming a dad is going to change a lot of things in our
life but I am excited and ready to take them on, both of them. <o:p></o:p><br />
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"It's no use to preach to your children, if you can't act decently yourself." <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-82550692078826480072015-01-23T16:35:00.001-08:002015-01-23T16:35:46.970-08:00New Scotch<p dir=ltr>Wife bought me some Scotch just because. </p>
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Time for another installment of “Damn Nature you Scary,” Christmas
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that decapitates her mates immediately after mating. Literally the female bites
the head right off. The male, who is behind for the dirty, finishes the job and
she quickly grabs him, whips him around face-to-face and starts chomping. Now
that in itself is worthy of the title “Damn Nature You Scary” and a bit selfish
on the female part but that isn’t the reason for this post. Because of the
holidays many people, with cheer in their eyes, have trotted down to the corner
or out to the fields with their happy little families to pick out a Christmas
tree. They look around for hours to pick out the right one, load on to the car
with some string take it home and decorate it. Now imagine you are admiring this
holiday beauty one morning with a cup of piping hot coffee in your hand when
you notice it, a small white Styrofoam looking ball. You lean in to take a
closer look and just as you are reaching in to move a limb out of the way for a
better look, it burst open and 1500 tiny, almost translucent, creatures come pouring
out and start flying around the house. As you are screaming, back stepping, and
dropping that hot coffee all over you, you are fighting the little beasts for
your life. After you realize you aren’t going to be devoured by the creatures
and calm down you finally get a look at one of these little aliens and see that
it’s actually a tiny praying mantis. The white foamy ball was actually a mantis
pod, or egg, from the female. Apparently this year was an exceptionally good
year for the mantis mating season, so much so that there is warning out now
that if you have a real Christmas tree you should check it out and carefully
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So if you are still shopping for that perfect Xmas gift, and
the person you are searching for is a Beatles fan or even a classic rock fan or
just a fan of music then the gift to get is the album “The Art of McCartney.” A
collection of Paul McCartney songs redone by a list of artist such as Billy Joel,
Alice Cooper, Def Leppard, and even Willie Nelson pays tribute. Most of the
songs are well done but just like every album there is a few that could have
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-32231872200764428672014-11-07T08:01:00.000-08:002014-11-07T08:01:01.988-08:00Anniversary GiftMy wife bought me this handsome decanter for my scotch and had it engraved with my initials, she also bought me some whiskey stones (in the glass) to chill it but not water it down.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-21531297734610095042014-11-04T09:24:00.000-08:002014-11-04T09:24:06.016-08:00Appalachian Trail Hike<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hiked 22 miles on the Appalachian Trail On the West Virginia/Virginia line. We hiked up to 3,800 feet then across a ridge line and back down. The first day we had to cross a river to get to the trail on a swing and pulley rig, then up hill for a few miles, across the ridge, camped in a shelter, then seven miles down to the valley below to complete the 22 miles.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-13851201469223301602014-11-04T06:55:00.002-08:002014-11-04T09:18:51.902-08:00No sharks<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
So I never caught any sharks when we went to South Carolina a a couple of months ago but I did catch some fish. </div>
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Me on the left carrying all my gear;<br />
And on the right fishing from the pier with my first fish, a silver mooney. <br />
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Not sure what these two are called but caught them down by the jeti (big rock wall). The big one down there is called an oyster toad fish because they use there big mouth and teeth to crack oysters.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-45139632171596822272014-08-18T12:52:00.000-07:002014-08-18T12:52:04.989-07:00Shark!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Last year I talked about fly
fishing and let you in on my struggles to get that perfect cast. I ended the season
with only one little trout but it was a huge accomplishment, to me, to be able
to cast perfectly and bring in that fish all on a fly rod. This year, for a
fishing adventure, I will be targeting something a little larger, sharks. As your
imagination runs out of control, especially since last week was shark week on
the Discovery Channel that shows great whites in the 20 foot range, let me “reel”
you back in. did you see what I did there? I’ll be looking to catch a 4-6 foot
black tip, fine tooth, or other species in that range. The rod and reel I’ll be
using for this adventure is a complete 180 from the fly rod of last year. A thick
ten foot rod housing a reel that weighs around three pounds spooled with line
strong enough to, well, land a shark. The reel alone weighs more than the fly
rod, reel, and line all together. To make things just a little more interesting
I’ll be surf fishing, meaning I’ll be casting from the shore and pulling the behemoths
onto land to, this is where the fun starts, remove the hook. Yea, I said it.
Remove the hook from a shark’s mouth. The hooks are made to rotate to the
corner of the mouth causing less damage to the shark and make it easier to
remove with long pliers of course. You didn’t think I was going to stick my
hand in the mouth did you? Now I won’t be just focusing on catching Jaws, but
other fish as well such as croaker, whiting, sea trout, mullet, red drum (also
known as red fish), and other less toothy fish. Some of them we will be using
as bait, others will be tossed back, and some will be cooked for dinner, no sharks
on the menu for us but all other is fair game. If you have ever had fresh
seafood, I mean right out of the water onto the grill, you’ll know why I’m
excited about that. So by the end of our week long stent in South Carolina I hope
to have caught and released a shark without losing a limb, caught my own
dinner, get sunburned, and actually get a chance to relax in the sun before
winter comes leaving me stuck inside for another four months. </div>
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<o:p></o:p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-21446210870607793282014-08-18T05:48:00.002-07:002014-08-18T05:48:23.393-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Found this picture on the internet and the caption read, "Flat tire in Antartica." I laughed for a solid five minutes.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-48159497254015663412014-08-18T05:45:00.000-07:002014-08-18T05:45:35.001-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">My dream motorcycle with kayak, mountain bike, and dog of course. </span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-52542838453622262232014-08-07T08:28:00.000-07:002014-08-07T08:28:32.731-07:00Ol' Boat & Bottle Here are a couple of pics from our first trip to Mexico last November. I'm a big fan, right now, of the un-sharp mask tool and brightness/contrast adjuster when editing my photos.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-22043813445874936012014-08-07T07:49:00.000-07:002014-08-07T07:49:26.207-07:00Fishing with DadWent out on the boat with dad to do some fishing, I caught eleven fish and this is the fish he wants to take a picture of;<br />
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In case you are wondering it is a large mouth bass and the minnow I caught him on was a little smaller than him. I guess he lives by the rule, go big or go home.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-22795520301601741772014-07-22T18:31:00.003-07:002014-07-23T05:37:30.599-07:00Bourbon<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O-Tpq1wMRI/U8-sbOiQHAI/AAAAAAAABZo/yE8MhNCDD0E/s1600/whisky1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O-Tpq1wMRI/U8-sbOiQHAI/AAAAAAAABZo/yE8MhNCDD0E/s1600/whisky1.jpg" height="400" width="282" /></a>Let’s talk bourbon. More specifically, maker’s mark Kentucky straight bourbon whisky. As you know from my last post I received a bottle for my birthday. Now (and I’m reading out loud as I write in a Kentucky accent) I’m no whisky drinker on a regular basis but I have been interested in getting more into it recently, hence the reason for the bottle as a gift, not because I’m a raging alcoholic. Back to the bourbon, I have read only a few things on how to drink it because, well, it’s a drink, how hard could it be. Much to my knowledge there is a lot that goes into a good whisky from the distilling process to aging to drinking. The distilling process makes no matter (Kentucky accent) to me because I ain’t makin’ it, I’m drankin’ it. What I have read is the true way to drink it is more of a relaxed sip rather than a shot at the bar like I have in the past. What I learned is the proper way to drink it is neat, which means straight out of the bottle room temp into a glass, no ice. Or you can be a little bit of a wuss and drink it with a side of ice water or a tiny splash in your drink. If you ad ice, on the rocks, that is apparently a huge no-no for true bourbon fans and that goes for all whisky no matter where its from Kentucky, Tennessee, Canada, Ireland or Scotland which is called scotch (we’ll get to that bottle later). Well I took the low road and added an ice cube because, well, I’m no whisky drinker, at least not yet. I opened the bottle and took a huge whiff and was surprised. I expected a burn just as I sniffed but instead was met by a sweet, smoky, oak aroma as they described in the ads. The smell was majestic, marvelous, manly. I wish my house smelled of it. I smiled as I poured what some would call a two finger amount added an ice cube and stared at it for what seemed an eternity. The color was a crystal clear amber. Have you ever seen the first Jurassic Park, when the old man looks at his cane with the piece of amber and the mosquito stuck in it? Yea, it was like that except in a liquid form. Speaking of Jurassic Park, there is a fourth one coming out soon. Speaking more of Jurassic park, that old man looked kind of like Colonel Sanders who was from Kentucky and I bet the Colonel drank bourbon. Actually the actor who played the old man is from Scotland so I bet he drinks scotch. Ok back the glass in hand, I was ready for my first sip. I took another sniff but this time from the glass, same aroma a little less strong, I was getting excited. I took a tiny sip and it hit my lips with a slight burn but smooth going down then a lingering burn. “Not bad,” I thought. I went for my second after a few minutes, again, a small sip with the same result but a little less burn this time. Then my third a little later but this time a bigger sip no burn and only a slight tingle to the lips. That was the way to go. Not a gulp but a normal, man size sip. Smooth, oaky, slightly sweet, the right amount of all. The last few went the same way, almost perfect. It was a good start to my whisky… challenge? Yea I said it. It’s been a while since I did one of them there challenges and I am over due. Broaden my cocktail horizons challenges. As I continue with the Makers Mark I’ll fill you in and then it will come scotch time something I’m really looking forward to. For now I’ll finish this glass and until next time… raise your glasses to whisky.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17021951203905120651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758403482533338445.post-89364581696840852862014-07-22T12:19:00.001-07:002014-07-22T12:20:57.330-07:00BBQ and Baseball<div class="MsoNormal">
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from scratch, a blueberry cheesecake. It was delicious and as I was stuffing my
face she made mention that it was low in fat. A short pause, a shrug of the
shoulders, and I continue to shove it down my throat like I have never eaten
before. After I cleared my plate, seconds later, I was able to mutter the
words, “I don’t care, it’s delicious.” Then I went and got a second helping.
Along with the cheesecake, she also got me some new running gear and a
sling-and-pulley system to hang my kayak in the garage. Later in the week her
parents stopped by and with them came my presents of Makers Mark Bourbon and a
single malt scotch from Glenmorangie distillery in Scotland. What a birthday it
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rib and jazz fest that brings in backyard vendors from all over the country.
When we arrived it was a row of massive trailers and signs as tall as a three
story building showcasing their past awards. Over 300 internaitional wins,
worlds best, 2013 champion and so they went on into the clouds. We chose to
grab some of “Famous Dave’s” because they sounded good and the line was a bit
shorter than some of the others. Seems a place with a shorter line wouldn’t be
as good but they were DAMN good. A full rack of ribs, 2 pork sandwiches, a
pound of beans and slaw, with a slice of cornbread is what we ordered between
four of us. Washed it down with a cold beer and we were set. Earlier that week
I got two free passes for a hospitality tent at the rib fest which included
free parking, always a plus and the garage was only a block away. The tent,
actually a building that is used for events and weddings, was guarded by event
staff that gave us two drink tickets upon entering, free beer another plus. We
dusted off those two Budweiser’s by the river chatting about whatever and
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watch a Clippers’ game. Columbus Clippers is a minor league baseball team the
next step up is the Cleveland Indians. After paying only seven bucks a pop for
tickets we attempted to sit behind home plate before being shooed off by the
usher. They were empty seats after all, I mean come on, but we moved
anyway. Moving on we were stopped by a
co-worker working a concession stand who handed us a couple of Miller Lites on
the house, another free beer for the night. We found some seats out on the
right field line with a good view of home plate. After the game we called it a
night so we headed home to sleep off the beer and BBQ. </span> </span></div>
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