Father’s Day was off to a great start. Last night was date night and Drema and I drove down to a little biker bar a couple miles from our river camp. Between the two most embarrassing games of pool I have ever played we split an exceptional, melt-in-your-mouth, cheeseburger that was so good you didn’t want to put anything else in your mouth for fear it would ruin the lingering taste of that last bite.
WV Rt. 3 winds along the Greenbrier River as you travel south from Hinton, WV. If you’re ever within a hundred miles, drop by the Green Valley Bar & Grill. Never mind the Harleys, their riders are there for the cheeseburgers too.
Today, just after noon, I had a horrific encounter with a bait casting reel. Who invented this contraption and why? I trudged back to shore wrapped in a tangle of 6 lb. test that only a Spyderco could free me from. No fish for me.
We visited with the old man for an hour or so. (Glad he is still here after the VA Hospital’s attempt to kill him. I guess spending his entire time fighting in Korea with no teeth wasn’t enough burden to put hum through.) Drema cooked some wickedly delicious hot dogs and we loaded up the wet kids and headed home to nurse our sunburns.
If the weather holds, tomorrow I will range test the NAA Guardian in .32 NAA and report the results here. Gelatin tests will be later in the week. The .32 NAA cartridge is a .380 Auto case necked down to .32 ACP. Corbon is the source for ammo.