Sitting in a random Motel on I 75 thinking back over the last 4 days.
The captain (Andy) and his lovely wife Judy are consummate hosts, we have eaten like kings, been shown some amazing country, and seen a poultice of very large 'gators, no shortage of large 'gators round the lake. I wonder what the collective noun for aligators is?
Thanksgiving dinner was awesome, I saw a turkey get deep fried, successfully, unlike all the attempts I have seen on YouTube. If you have never had a deep fried turkey, you haven't lived. The amazing Britt fed me a tiny wafer thin (think Monty Python Meaning of Life's Mr Creosote) piece of pie before we left, and no matter what I eat for the next few days, everything is going to be very ordinary after that pie. Judy is not just a pretty face, the Captain is punching well above his weight there too!
(see my smoking hot Triumph wives theory)
Bass fishing is well over rated, it is stupidly easy, you toddle along looking at huge 'gators, throw a lure out the back of the boat and it takes less than two minutes to catch one.
Catching crawdads is a different matter...
I failed miserably.