Boggy Paul - check. Ready to arrive tomorrow night.
Muddy Tim - check. Ready to arrive tomorrow night.
Sink Hole Rick - check. Coming in after Johnny Nick's funeral tomorrow.
Marshy Dick - check. Already there ("hundreds of ducks")
Swampy Tom - no. Presume he's just chugging along in his own relaxed fashion.
The Quicksand Kid (Frank) - no.
The Raupo Bogeyman - no. Muddy's pickin him up.
The dishes bitch. Ready for me to pick up tomorrow am.
Shanksy - not answering. Prolly fondling his new 16 gauge according to Muddy Tim.
Guy - all ready to rock on the ducks, and Lakelands looking primo
About to sign off for the last time until after opening. Saturday me and Sink Hole will be on Willow Pond, with all of his and my electronica creating waves, ripples, star burts, short circuits and general mayhem. This morning was fine with a big moon and at just before 7am I had trouble distinguishing ducks from drakes; still we're planning drakes only so a good dose of restraint will be required.
Loading for Guy's shooter at Lakelands on Monday and so is Rick. Will have to be on best behaviour and leave the swamp language... in the swamp.
Hot barrels everyone. 10-4.
Have a great opening everyone.
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