Re: Arkie Roundup Roll Call. Please Check In and Tell Us How Many In Your Crew
Ha! You guys are reading way too much into it. What happened, at least with regard to the Coops, is as follows:
Arrived around 8:45 Friday night with Gracie and Cookie, loaded camping gear on the boat, and headed out on the lake in search of a spot to beach. Beached on a point that would normally be under ten feet of water
and set up for the night. Went exploring for a while then went to bed. Woke up Saturday morning and headed in to Brady to have breakfast. Ran the boat aground on the way in to Brady because the shallow water started half a mile before the shallow water buoys, still my fault.:redface: No damage to boat or motor. Toons sure are tough. Hopped in (had the foresight to wear my Keens instead of flip flops) and freed the boat then cruised on into Brady. Had breakfast then cruised over to the ramp to dump the camping gear and tidy up a little to make room for passengers while Gracie and Cookie went for a swim. Yes, we spend all that time, energy and money on boating but can never pass up a public swim beach.:facepalm: Oh well. Anything that makes Gracie laugh is good with me.
Had been in contact with the admiral (Deborah) several times, but she was being a slowpoke, so I decided to go pick up Big Lee and his bride while we waited on her. Ran into a buddy on the way out to get them and he volunteered to wait for Deb, so we made arrangements to meet up with them in the area where we planned to beach and Gracie hopped onto their boat. Team Rooster pulled up on the jet flea as I was idling out of the marina with Big Lee and Angie, so the five of us headed out. The remainder of our party straggled in and the rest is documented history.
So, I'd say all in all it's amazing we had
any kind of get together given all the miscues, but once we finally
did get together we had a GREAT time. As far as I'm concerned we got all the kinks worked out, so next year the ones who couldn't make it will benefit from our 'sperience.
Notice the fine looking uniforms we were sporting courtesy of The Rooster, who as we speak is probably en route back to Ponchatoula. Left to right; first is my buddy Mark (his admiral was snapping us) and his son Jack, who has been in love with the vice admiral (Gracie) since they were old enough to talk. Poor little fella. He's got it bad, but she has no time for such silliness.:facepalm: Next are the Coops. The admiral (Deborah) is next to me with the vice admiral in front. In front of us is the crew mascot Cookie. The Smoe family also had a mascot named Ruby. She was a cute little critter but didn't make this photo. Next to us are Mr. and Mrs. Rooster (Cliff and Gina Schinetzky). We had a great time comandeering their Sea Doo and eating the homemade Cajun crab dip they brought. That was some good stuff Ms. Gina! Behind Team Rooster are Big Lee and his bride Angie. Angie was kind enough to mix up some special burgers that were mighty good. Last but not least that fine looking brood on the end is Team Smoe. Aren't they handsome? The kids were a joy, and Deborah keeps talking about how sweet Fatima was. What can I say? Smoe and I were both smart enough to marry up.
