Today while at breakfast a waitress said, "Happy Memorial Day" to a man wearing a Vietnam Veteran hat. I was just waiting for the schooling to begin. And it politely did. Memorial Day, while yes, a three day weekend and for most a kick-off to the summer season is really all about those that served and made the ultimate sacrifice so we can enjoy the freedoms we have. And we all have many.
After a great Friday fishing in the early morning it was off to Cape May for hopefully the last work detail for the spring. We of course hit 100 yard sales, had a visit to Lucky Bones, hit the Flight Deck for breakfast, and a few trips to Lowe's to tackle some projects. One was a toilet and the other a leak from a
busted fitting on the hot water heater which took me like almost a month to diagnose and fix. We had a deluge of rain yesterday and we found a leak, a good one, on one of slide outs in the dining area. This one ain't gonna be fun, and that'll be for next weekend.
We left Cape May around 1 and it took about 3-1/2 hours to get home. We left with the flocks and it just took forever. We were in the mood for a dirty water dog and couldn't believe that from the start of Route 9, to Route 50, to Route 206 there wasn't one hot dog stand set-up along the road. So we settled for some Italian from a pizzeria we usually hit.
I haven't fished in two days so I ran down to check things out. First fly drop had a wolf pack of bass follow the fly before the above lucky one grabbed it. I went back to the same spot for about a half an hour but they were gone. I got a few more trips in me before I'll need to switch over to the saltwater game for a bit.