Been down all week with a wicked sinus infection. Luckily they gave me some awesome horse sized pills and steroids. I don’t feel stronger, that’s for sure. In my stir crazy cabin fever I need to get out of this place cause even going to work is sounding good thoughts I’ve had just enough energy to start pulling parts off the WRX to figure out where I’m losing oil from. The hot side of the turbo is soaking in penetrating oil to get the downpipe off so I can check for oil in there. I have a clutch to install and so the engine is getting pulled soon. In the interim, I took off the TMIC and found the PCV needs replacing. I’ll be installing an IAG Performance Competition Series Air / Oil Separator after I save up some cash so that’ll be nice to have. I wanted one for the Forester and never popped on it. It’s high on the list of wants for this build. I’ve got some electrical gremlins to chase down and a new light bar to fab and mount. I want to wire the Hellas into the highbeams with a manual cutover to control separately if I want. I figure with winter coming it’s the perfect time to start wrenching since the smallmouth are heading to their wintering holes and I don’t want to bother a fish that’s just trying to make it through another few months of cold. I’ll poke a hole in their lip come spring. Til then, it’s a truce.
Several weeks ago, my wife Brandi took our cat Loki to the vet to get his annual checkup and shots. While at the VCA we go to she met a woman named Tammy who was fostering a silver lab named Sadie. Brandi came home talking about a dog that had been rescued from a high kill shelter and was the sweetest thing she’d seen in a long time. I took that as a dig cause I’m pretty sweet. I mean, I’d melt in the rain. But I digress..
I’m usually the sucker for any animal in need. I get it from my mom who would bring home cats from the steel mills she worked at. She’d tell me stories of rats the size of cats so she needed to save them from a certain death in a mill. As a kid, you can imagine the dreams I’d have of giant mill rats doing battle with mill cats. I used to have quite the imagination. Thanks for wrecking that, internet. So, Sadie May. Brandi said she was skinny from malnutrition, had lost a good portion of her hair, had some other problems but my wife was in love. I wasn’t sold. We already have Fritz who is a walking allergy. We talked for hours about the pros and cons of adopting a third dog. We’d tried earlier in the summer with another lab and it was a disaster. The lab was aggressive and my cats were in danger with it around. Needless to say, that lab lasted a weekend with us before the owner took it back. I was wary about having a dog of unknown history in my house again. I didn’t want to chance any accidents but I agreed to do a trial run. Brandi filled out the application through the lab rescue, Central Indiana Lab Rescue and Adoption, and a few weeks later on a Sunday, Sadie showed up for a house visit. As any good adoption group will do, they wanted to meet us, see our house, and meet our dogs and cats. Sadie was in a strange place but within an hour all three of the dogs were asleep on the floor. I took that as a good sign. If our dogs accepted her right away, there was hope. The cats were the big issue. Derp hissed at Sadie and ran which was totally expected. Loki hides from his shadow and has his own bedroom for him to feel safe in so he was the least of my worries. Derp on the other hand thinks he’s a dog. Brandi was on vacation last week so CILRA agreed to bring her over Monday for a trial run. Derp met Sadie again and hissed at her and walked away. I was on edge but Sadie never moved. The first night went pretty smooth. Sadie was exhausted and slept right through it. Tuesday came and when I got home from work I sat with the dogs for a bit. Derp walked up and after a few seconds of pacing, nuzzled Sadie. I was shocked but Derp is a good judge of character for a cat. I rescued him on a stream years ago and he’s a hell of a cool cat. Sadie licked him and I wasn’t so much on the defensive with her and him.
The week flew by. Sadie went on daily walks, rides, hikes, and met a whole bunch of other dogs from the neighborhood and beyond. She’s got some work ahead of her but I’ve seen a tiny bit of confidence coming out of her little shell. Basic obedience training has started and we’ll be working to break her separation anxiety, but that will come with time. She’s had a rough 4 years. With us, the rest of her years will be spent living the good life with lots of love and attention right alongside Fritz, Finn, Derp, and Loki.
Of course it wouldn’t be a story without pictures…
Scott over at Vedavoo always has some cool things going on but this one takes the cake. Check out http://www.vedavoo.com/product-category/reel-service/. Some of the best fly fishing artists have handpainted bags, boxes, and a gear set and a raffle will raise money for Project Healing Waters. The goal is to raise over $10,000 for Project Healing Waters. The artists include A.D Maddox, Paul Puckett, Andrea Larko, Jeff Kennedy, Eric Hornung, Josh Udesen, Jonathan Marquardt, Ty Hallock, and Derek DeYoung. That’s a lot of talent right there. Tickets are $10 per ticket, 6 for $50, or 12 for $100 until the event ends.
In June the Wabash was out of it’s banks in places. In September we’re wiggling the boat through channels we usually float through in search of big gar. That boat can get through some small water but this adventure tested it. The silt at our feet was three feet deep and it would suck you down and hold you in place. Not a fun feeling when you’re pulling a boat loaded with gear and a kid who is wearing his Jordans and talking smack to you as you wrench a boat that’s suction cupping to mud through a channel it doesn’t want to go through. The Towee impressed us because I can’t think of another boat that we could have snaked through that channel as easily. A wider boat would have never made it and a heavier boat would have had to have stayed on the main river. It’s nice to still be impressed by a boat after two years of ownership.
We could see a whole slew of gar busting surface in the little lake off the channel. Breathing air using their swim bladder as a lung. Gotta love a dinosaur. The gar didn’t want to play ball but we kept at it. Saw some really good sized ones but the cold front and storms seems to have put the bite off. The kid decided he wanted to learn to row the boat. I could get used to that. All he’s gotta learn is how to avoid rocks and we’ll have a rowing slave. That’s like winning the lotto.
Until next time..
I turned 36 this weekend. I used to think that people in their 30’s were old. How wrong I was. With age comes wisdom but I know I don’t know shit from Shinola. Maybe when I’m 80 I’ll have a clue but I have a feeling I still won’t know shit.
My friends and family treated me to an excellent weekend full of fishing, shooting, amazing food, and great laughs. I felt spoiled.
Got to check out the new location for The Tattooed Heart in Lafayette, Indiana. It’s killer. It’s an old building full of character and hell there’s even an old bank vault in the basement for those whiny customers to spend some time out in. My buddy Dan was getting his first tattoo by Paul Meadows last night and being that I turn 36 on Sunday I figured I’d get two small new pieces to commemorate another year on this spinning ball of dirt that’s hurtling through space at 67,000 miles per hour.
Here’s a couple shots I randomly took during the night. Big congrats to the guys at The Tattooed Heart on their new shop! If you want to make an appointment click the link here, stop by the new shop, or give them a call.
The Tattooed Heart
125 N 4th st.
Nate had never caught a fish in Indiana. He also had never caught a gar. Saturday he checked those boxes on the old bucket list. It was a baby gar but it was still really cool to see. We got into a whole slew of gar who couldn’t stay on the rope. That’s a blast, even when they’re only on the line for a few seconds. I finally cracked a good smallie on that river and it reminded me why I always keep a hook on my gar flies. Til next time..