Back in 85 while stationed at Dyess AFB me a bud went to PK for some fishing. Stayed overnight and got drunk. Pulled a tree across the road for the fire. Got so drunk I tried picking up these cool glowing things around the campfire that turned out to be hot coals. Burnt the hell outta me finners.
Next day rented a 14ft boat and went out on the lake. Whitecaps with alot of wind. Scared to death, practically froze. My buddy was on the motor me on the bow. He wanted my cushion to use as a shield from the spray it was so cold, but I needed it to protect my tailbone as we kept slammin down so hard every wave we crossed.
Finally it settled down and we tried fishing. Rod came apart first cast and lost it to the bottom. Ended the day down near the dam and almost got swamped by a big boa that croosed our path. Great memories! Hope the best for you guys.
