hppants
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This year, Thanksgiving was a breeze for us. We took the easy way out and went to a local restaurant. After dinner, I watched football and snacked all afternoon. By early evening, I was itching for something to do on Black Friday. My wife and daughter started plotting their shopping extravaganza, and I made it abundantly clear that I was having no part of that. Well, to be more accurate, I didn’t have to say a word. They know I’m not going shopping on ANY day, let alone Black Friday.
I wanted to go fishing, so I called my dad to see if he was interested. Unfortunately, my dad was pooped out from cooking and cleaning dishes at my sister’s house. I remember those days. I went to bed and slept on it.
Friday morning, I woke up to a cloudless sky and about 38 degrees. But as soon as the sun broke the horizon, I could feel its heat and knew that it would warm up nicely. I felt like riding, but I also felt like fishing. So I packed the bike with my fishing pole and a lunch and scratched both itches.
I hope you enjoy the pics.
By the time I left the house, it was about 8:30 am and around 45 degrees. I plugged in the heated liner, but never turned it on. I rode south on Hwy 82 to Abbeville and stopped to buy some shrimp.
They had some nice 10-20 count shrimp for a good price, so I bought a few pounds and stuck them in my soft chest to cook this evening for dinner.
I stayed on Hwy 82 heading southwest toward the coast. By mid-morning, the temperature is warming up well and I’m enjoying the ride. The crawfish farmers are already setting out their traps, even though it’s a bit early for that.
This is Suire’s grocery, and it has been open for as long as anyone can remember. They have delicious plate lunches and if I was even the slightest bit hungry, I would have stopped to eat.
This farmer is flooding his field. He doesn’t have Black Friday off. It seems that a farmer’s work is never done.
This is a natural gas compressor station. The product comes in to our coastline via pipeline from off shore, where it is pulled out of the ground. It is pressurized at the compressor station and sent up the line to places all over the country.
I wanted to go fishing, so I called my dad to see if he was interested. Unfortunately, my dad was pooped out from cooking and cleaning dishes at my sister’s house. I remember those days. I went to bed and slept on it.
Friday morning, I woke up to a cloudless sky and about 38 degrees. But as soon as the sun broke the horizon, I could feel its heat and knew that it would warm up nicely. I felt like riding, but I also felt like fishing. So I packed the bike with my fishing pole and a lunch and scratched both itches.
I hope you enjoy the pics.
By the time I left the house, it was about 8:30 am and around 45 degrees. I plugged in the heated liner, but never turned it on. I rode south on Hwy 82 to Abbeville and stopped to buy some shrimp.
They had some nice 10-20 count shrimp for a good price, so I bought a few pounds and stuck them in my soft chest to cook this evening for dinner.
I stayed on Hwy 82 heading southwest toward the coast. By mid-morning, the temperature is warming up well and I’m enjoying the ride. The crawfish farmers are already setting out their traps, even though it’s a bit early for that.
This is Suire’s grocery, and it has been open for as long as anyone can remember. They have delicious plate lunches and if I was even the slightest bit hungry, I would have stopped to eat.
This farmer is flooding his field. He doesn’t have Black Friday off. It seems that a farmer’s work is never done.
This is a natural gas compressor station. The product comes in to our coastline via pipeline from off shore, where it is pulled out of the ground. It is pressurized at the compressor station and sent up the line to places all over the country.
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