Saturday, July 10, 2010
Nunya Business No Longer
Had a great time at the wedding dinner last night. Good food, good company, and the actual name of Nunya. Yes! I am now the only Anderton to know the holy grail of Merrill fishing lore and will probably head over there myself to be taught how to fish through interaction with its holy waters. Kind of like a pilgrimage.
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Whoever shared the name of that sacred place has broken holy (or unholy?) oaths and must now fish for bass with worms and power bait for the rest of the year as penance!
So how did you get it - did grandpa have a little too much red punch?
That would be the MacRowdy letting it slip. Michelle's in-laws! Luckily, Jon had enough of the red punch, that he is sure to forget the name of Nunya!
You are a dead man, Jon.
I deleted my comment, which referenced the creek, in deference to the fishing gods. In other words, Tom, Rick and Rob.
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