Staci Matheis
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Ah, man! You guys and gals wouldn't believe all the fun I had the past two days! You ever get the chance, go fishing with Mark (MoFish), the Canoe Guides and Boy Scouts - these are truly great people to share some time with!
Forecast for the weekend was high Friday in the 70's with severe thunderstorm warnings out for portions of the area; low that night in the 50's with more storms; high Saturday in the 60's and continued storms. Things were not sounding too good..... But, at least as I left the sun was shining!
I met up with Mark and Walt (one of the other Canoe Guides) at noon. Mark had everything loaded, his boat hooked up and palm pilot stowed before I got there. He had completed his pre-flight checklist before hand! (Whew!) We headed out for the 1 1/2 hour drive southwest of St. Louis - Mark and Walt in the pickup, me following in my Jeep.....
We got about half an hour into the journey when it started to cloud over..... Half an hour later, the skies really started to threaten..... 15 minutes after that, we drove into an intense downpour complete with thunder, lightening and hail..... 5 minutes later we were out of it and into broken skies! Heck! It didn't even look like it had rained 5 minutes further down the road!
We turned left from Highway 67 and into the S-Bar-F Boyscout Ranch for about a 4 mile drive to the lake..... Where's my turkey call and shotgun?!!? Oh, Lord! What beautiful woods! Rolling, rocky ground..... May apples popping up on the surface..... Intense green, white and pink provide by cedar trees, dogwoods and redbuds..... Light green in the canopy from oaks just beginning to leaf out..... And then, at the end of the road, this beautiful 250 acre lake nestled in the hills..... I was in heaven! And there had only been a light sprinkle here!
By about 3 o'clock, Mark Walt and I were in Mark's TV-18, 150 Merc cranked up and headed for the far end of the lake..... Not a very long trip with all that power! And let me be sure to add right here and now, that TV-18 is one, sweet ride! Beautifully laid out and crafted! I was impressed!
We fished until about 6:00..... We caught more bass than any 3 boys would normally catch in a year! OK! You girls might normally catch that in no more than a month..... Mark did his best to chant "Here Fishey, Fishey, Fishey!!" as Rachel had instructed him - but he simply was able to generate quite the right tone!
Time for dinner. Mark and I headed into town to Ryan's to pig out! I used up a three day supply of insulin in one evening!
When we left Ryan's, we walked out the door into rain, thunder and lightening..... The Boy Scouts were due at the camp in about an hour..... Please, God! Please don't let us have this all weekend..... Just give us a couple of hours of nice weather..... Please!
OK..... At this point, please allow me to issue a disclaimer and something of an apology..... I am going to do my best to relate to you what I experienced and felt..... But I am sure that there will be a certain lack of political correctness..... My experience with people who have special needs is non-existant..... I don't know the proper terminology to use..... I don't know what the medical and psychological terms are..... And forget the spelling..... Over the next 24 hours, my heart was deeply touched - and I am just going to try my best to give you some idea as to how..... Please forgive me if the words I use are inadequate or improper.....
The main area of our lodge was a large dining and lounge area with folding tables and chairs set up for scouts, troop leaders and canoe guides to eat. At one end were two bunk rooms - one for scouts and the other for guides - bathrooms and showers. Some of us had set up our sleeping bags on the screened-in porch that ran the length of the lodge. Mark and I were out on the porch talking when the scouts began to arrive....
Forecast for the weekend was high Friday in the 70's with severe thunderstorm warnings out for portions of the area; low that night in the 50's with more storms; high Saturday in the 60's and continued storms. Things were not sounding too good..... But, at least as I left the sun was shining!
I met up with Mark and Walt (one of the other Canoe Guides) at noon. Mark had everything loaded, his boat hooked up and palm pilot stowed before I got there. He had completed his pre-flight checklist before hand! (Whew!) We headed out for the 1 1/2 hour drive southwest of St. Louis - Mark and Walt in the pickup, me following in my Jeep.....
We got about half an hour into the journey when it started to cloud over..... Half an hour later, the skies really started to threaten..... 15 minutes after that, we drove into an intense downpour complete with thunder, lightening and hail..... 5 minutes later we were out of it and into broken skies! Heck! It didn't even look like it had rained 5 minutes further down the road!
We turned left from Highway 67 and into the S-Bar-F Boyscout Ranch for about a 4 mile drive to the lake..... Where's my turkey call and shotgun?!!? Oh, Lord! What beautiful woods! Rolling, rocky ground..... May apples popping up on the surface..... Intense green, white and pink provide by cedar trees, dogwoods and redbuds..... Light green in the canopy from oaks just beginning to leaf out..... And then, at the end of the road, this beautiful 250 acre lake nestled in the hills..... I was in heaven! And there had only been a light sprinkle here!
By about 3 o'clock, Mark Walt and I were in Mark's TV-18, 150 Merc cranked up and headed for the far end of the lake..... Not a very long trip with all that power! And let me be sure to add right here and now, that TV-18 is one, sweet ride! Beautifully laid out and crafted! I was impressed!
We fished until about 6:00..... We caught more bass than any 3 boys would normally catch in a year! OK! You girls might normally catch that in no more than a month..... Mark did his best to chant "Here Fishey, Fishey, Fishey!!" as Rachel had instructed him - but he simply was able to generate quite the right tone!
Time for dinner. Mark and I headed into town to Ryan's to pig out! I used up a three day supply of insulin in one evening!
When we left Ryan's, we walked out the door into rain, thunder and lightening..... The Boy Scouts were due at the camp in about an hour..... Please, God! Please don't let us have this all weekend..... Just give us a couple of hours of nice weather..... Please!
OK..... At this point, please allow me to issue a disclaimer and something of an apology..... I am going to do my best to relate to you what I experienced and felt..... But I am sure that there will be a certain lack of political correctness..... My experience with people who have special needs is non-existant..... I don't know the proper terminology to use..... I don't know what the medical and psychological terms are..... And forget the spelling..... Over the next 24 hours, my heart was deeply touched - and I am just going to try my best to give you some idea as to how..... Please forgive me if the words I use are inadequate or improper.....
The main area of our lodge was a large dining and lounge area with folding tables and chairs set up for scouts, troop leaders and canoe guides to eat. At one end were two bunk rooms - one for scouts and the other for guides - bathrooms and showers. Some of us had set up our sleeping bags on the screened-in porch that ran the length of the lodge. Mark and I were out on the porch talking when the scouts began to arrive....