I was the first in our group to arrive on Friday. As I drove down a dirt road being paralleled by a barbed wire fence, I wondered if I was lost. I was looking for what was described to me as an “airplane hangar” but all I had seen were a few deer and a mysterious glow on the horizon. After a few more miles, a large building sitting in the middle of an empty field came into view.
As I pulled into the driveway, I was searching for some sort of welcome sign, a greeting, a dude with a cold brew or anything to assure me I wasn’t about to disturb the guy from, “Texas Chain Saw Massacre.” Over the last 3 miles, the only signs I had seen were no trespassing, keep out and something that looked like the head of a wolf on a stick. Not exactly reassuring.
Then I saw what I was looking for, two drift boats parked in the grass. Confirmation that I was in the right location. I was trying to locate the lights inside the door when the lights of an approaching vehicle caught my eye. This could get interesting if that’s not a SUV carrying a raft.
I was reflecting over my current situation, will it be quicker to dig out of a Missouri jail or wait for my wife to post bail, when I saw the flycraft on the roof. Thankfully, the answer to that question remains a mystery…to you! I’m sure the extra high, high fives made the other guys uncomfortable but I was just slightly relieved at the thought of not being a fugitive.
|Nice caddis hatch had a few browns rising|
Short video from the trip: