Eh, a few more for shits and giggles.
Here I am at Starved Rock, LaSalle Canyon (I think). Where, the park, not this canyon, I fell off the top of one of the cliffs. The guy who grabbed my flannel for a split second and allowed me to fall feet first instead of face first birthday way yesterday. So, thanks again John.
I named this guy Michaelangelo. The size of the turtle to hand ratio is similar to me masturbating.
This is one of my proudest moments. Not only was the pike a beautiful catch, but we caught because I saw a bunch of minnows jumping out of the water, so I knew there was something hungry over there. So we veered over, at my advice, and caught her on the first passed. She was released back into lake of the woods. Not bad for the youngest guy on the boat.
Take that Hendricks! 8 more wins, and the Hawks had the cup.
Old school, impromptu family room jiujitsu match.
Better pic of my tat. Thanks to my mangy shitbag of a cat to the puncture wound.
Edit: And now my work here is done.