Well we ( Jonny Cabo and I ) finally made it down to Blythe, on the river, in Imperial valley to fish with my Dad. He is staying down there after recently recovering from acute leaukemia. Well recover is the wrong word he is in remission, most people his age, 77, don't stand a chance with this form of the disease. The fact that he was in great shape for his age meant they gave him a shot at chemo and life, as apposed to 3 to 6 weeks without chemo. Well the doctors, the chemo, his faith, his friends ( He had 11 in his hospital room when I showed up one day ) his family and whatever he has that has allways made him want to live and fish and laugh just pulled him through. So he is down where he grew up in Blythe hangin' with " the home town boys " which is a group of old friends in their 70s who fish and race quarter horses, drink bloody maries, search for gold in the desert, go out dancin, tell jokes and help each other get by at that age. So anyway we head down to visit the old bird and fish the backwaters of the Colorado. Cant say exactly where but you know the vicinity. Well it was a blast as usuall! Man I love it down there. I ended up being top dog with eight bass saturday up to four pounds ( released it ) kept five. Jon had one keeper and Dad two, plus some shortys let go. The boys are sick of watchin me on fire ( Gulp 7 in turtle back worm, bite off the top inch or so rigged to a custom bent Gamagatzu worm hook, six lbs vanish floro plus luck/skill? ) So Dad decides to go all everglades air boat on us, crashes through some tulies into his "crappie hole". Sure enough its a couple hundred foot long,open area five ft deep max. hidden back in the reeds.He ties on his crappie spinner jig thing, and first cast gets a blue gill. Gives one to Jonny to try, and Jon gets a couple nice size crappie. Too cool. Damn this is fun. I stay with worms for another bass, and just drink most of the beer, "You ladies enjoy your panfishin', hope your vaginas don't get chapped in this dry wind, tell me when you wanna man up and go fish for bass again" So anyway the wind comes up and we head back to town. Not really town but Dads friends farm, to fillet fish. The place is a little spookie. We saw fresh Chupacabra tracks one morning. Works done, lets walk over to the canal and wet a line. First cast with a Thomas Bouyant, BAM, smallmouth bass slams it! These fish are fun as hell! So catch a few of those, drink a few beers, warn Dad about the Chupacabra tracks we saw and hit the sack. Next morning go canal hoppin in the truck for a few more smallies and one largemouth, highlighted by Jons 17 inch, trophy smallmouth! (released) Whata fun time. Stopped in El Centro at Leti's on 4th ave for the best campenchanas(shrimp/octopus/oyster/avacadoetc,cocktail) You gotta try 'em. So thats it, long ass post I know, just wanted to kinda tell about my Dad and how much I love bein with him. Pat.