Father’s Day brings relaxation, fishing
Father’s Day weekend creates a certain picture in everyone’s mind. Just like Mother’s Day weekend. This year our nation spent over $79 billion on Mother’s Day and the projection was for about $27 billion on Father’s Day – and justifiably so; we just don’t give mother’s enough credit or thanks for what they do.
My vision of Father’s Day weekend involves fishing, shooting some clays, grilling for the family, and a campfire. I have a daughter’s birthday that she feels outshines Father’s Day and she usually wins. I can’t seem to wrap my head around that.
I did manage to get in a couple rounds of clays, a father/ son outing with a buddy and his son at Wild Wings by Campbellsport. It’s a great place to shoot. It has a great clubhouse, with a full bar and on weekends they always have a small lunch for after the shooting.
I invited my brother-in-law to come shooting, but he chose to go with the girls to the traveling Broadway production of “Tootsie” in Madison last Saturday. Josh and I had a wonderful time enjoying great weather, great clays, and a scenic drive back to the hotel around and across the north end of the Horicon Marsh. We then spent an hour or so in the hot tub and pool soothing our aching muscles after a “hard day” shooting.
The more civilized in our family started out with a little breakfast, a casual stroll around the Madison Farmers Market (which is amazing, if you have never been there you should go). They too were enjoying a nice day with even better plans of a great show. At which time along came a group of individuals on bicycles – I’m told 100 – 200 individuals, mostly late middle aged. These fine, I’m pretty sure non-deplorable types, were participating in an international protest against oil and loving your body. Something you don’t see in Abby/Colby/ Curtiss/Dorchester/Unity. These fine citizens were performing their peaceful protest on bicycles wearing nothing more than what the good lord gave them when they were birthed. That’s definitely something you don’t see in our Abby/Colby/Curtiss/Dorchester/ Unity area. Think of their mothers - another reason why this country should spend far more than $79 billion on Mother’s Day.
By the time it ended I’m told all my brother-in-law could mumble was “I need a drink.” When we met up for dinner at an Italian restaurant - almost as fine of dining as my ribeye steaks - my daughter kept referring to the event as a “horror show!”
“And this crazy lady in front of us kept clapping and cheering them on,” she said. “I couldn’t even look!” My wife and her sister kept imitating the look on Krista’s face as this all passed by.
This dominated the dinner conversation and when I asked about the show I was told “it was awesome” and the next sentence went back to those citizens expressing their First Amendment Rights. Do you suppose they felt grateful that they have that right because some of us deplorables exercised our Second Amendment Right on a father/son clays outing on Father’s Day weekend? Neither do I.
I’m pretty sure that next year my deplorable version of a great Father’s Day weekend is looking far better than it did prior to last Saturday. I’ll even add a few Italian entrées to the menu. Maybe my rib gravy with a little venison added in and I might even grill a little seafood for a fettuccine alfredo – all prepared on the grill. I have to up my game if I want to compete with this.
Rednecks driving by fully clothed in UTV’s and pickup trucks is sounding pretty good to all them right now. I’ll bet they all would’ve clapped and cheered a couple hundred of them riding by about a minute after the bicycles. I want you all to know that I find no humor in all this and haven’t been laughing to myself since hearing about this every minute or so.
I’ll just say that I’m betting next year, the topic of my column after Father’s Day weekend will be more about a family camping/fishing/sporting clay trip and dinner will be a fish fry or grilled steak. I’m also betting that no one in the family will protest if I want a pickup with a bigger gasoline engine or worse a diesel in this lifetime.
This was almost worth losing a weekend of fishing, especially since the next two weeks are all about that. Tight lines everyone.
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