Three weeks of June are gone. There’s a new U.S. Open golf champion, today is Father’s Day, and i got to use my fishing license for the first time this year . . .
Father in law, Captain of the scow
My Father in law took us to Strawberry Reservoir to go fishing. i can’t think of a better way to spend a day.
Then the reality hits that the fish aren’t biting, it’s still spring in Utah, and the Open is being played. It started off a nice day (besides the fact the motor wouldn’t start) and got progressively more Hasson. By that, i mean the fish finder was in ‘demo mode’, showing us a whole Sunday School of fish – but it was an electronic mirage. Smooth sailing turned to wind and chop. Nothing was biting, except the wind that picked up off the lake. By noon, we decided to pull up and eat a sandwich.
View from the Lodge
We weren’t the only ones to call it a day – there was traffic everywhere, and for the first fifty miles, most of it pulling boats. It looked like all the dad’s were rushing home to see the U.S. Open, when Tiger and Phil and Ernie all had a chance to win a major. Dustin Johnson started the day with a three stroke lead and promptly endeared himself to hackers everywhere, with a triple bogey followed by a double bogey followed by a bogey enroute to a smooth sunday score more like an amateur flight at the local muni as opposed to the last round of our country’s premier golfing event. An event played out at Pebble Beach, a California links course thousands of miles from Northern Ireland.
An event won by an Irishman, the first time since 1970 someone from the U.K. won the event. It did not suck, unless you were a golfing superstar, an American golfing superstar to be more specific.
i bring up things that suck because i cleaned the man-cave today, and in a rare concession to modern appliances and contrary to everything Father’s Day stands for, i ran the vacuum cleaner in my den. It left behind various bits and pieces, so i can say, it didn’t suck either . . .
