God doesn't want me to be white trash

Spring Break 2009 began at approximately 2:39 p.m. on Friday, March 13th. The weather was awful. Rain had been falling nonstop and the temperatures had failed to rise above 45 degrees for the past 2 days. When we arrived in Moulton for the first half of our vacation, the weather hadn't changed. In fact, the soggy freezing weather stayed around for an additional two days throughout the weekend. It was beginning to bum me out.

Finally, on Sunday afternoon, God sent down rays of light and warmth. The rain stopped. Monday morning brought endless sun. The mercury rose to a balmy 78 degrees and not a cloud was to be spotted in the sky. Flowers were blooming and birds were singing. It was perfect...

a perfect time to load up the 12 gauge and take down some snakes.

Amidst the beautiful weather, my boyfriend and I decided to unpack the heavy artillery and unleash a fiesta of buckshot onto the devil looking creatures. He, armed with the shotgun, and I, with the .22 rifle with a scope, had been waiting to do this since the threaten of Spring's beginning. How I thought a .22 was going to dismantle a snake I have no idea, but I was ready to piss it off a whole bunch. Darned in mud boots and the ugliest shirt I could find, we set out to my grandfather's farm to free the tank of the poisonous reptiles (or amphibians, or whatever) and hang one up on the barbed wire fence to end this disastrous South Central Texas drought. Upon arrival, we hopped out of the truck, loaded our weapons and began to scour the bank and tree branches that hung out over the water...

only there was no water...or snakes.

I guess the South Central Texas drought was more severe than we thought. Snakes probably prefer to live in tanks that actually hold water, and my grandfather's had none.

We failed to shred evil from the earth once again. Jordan took some shots at an old tire that had been immersed in water for probably 20+ years but was now exposed in the dry cracked mud to let out some frustration. I aimed and fired at a small turtle (only cause I knew I'd miss) for target practice, and then we went home.

Later that evening, we took out our rod and reels, loaded a cooler with a 6-pack of Shiner Blonde,

and went down to Jordan's tank to fish for some Bass.

I caught one, and Jordan and a few friends caught about 3-8 each. One friend of ours brought in a good 2 pounder!

It was nice and relaxing and just what I needed.

We'll get the snakes next time...maybe.