For the past few years, I've had the privilege of supporting the annual Bass Capital BassMasters Veterans Appreciation Bass Tournament. This event honors our American Veterans who have sacrificed so much for this country. The veterans are treated to a fun-filled day with a bass tournament on the St. Johns River. This year's event takes place on Saturday, September 14, launching from the Palatka city boat ramp.
Can you think of a better way to spend the day than taking one of our heroes fishing? I'll be there and I hope some of you can join us. They still need volunteer boaters as well as non-boaters to make this all happen. So give ol' Joe a call at 386-467-9677 or 386-546-8726 or email him at firstname.lastname@example.org to sign-up or to get more details go to the BassMasters website: http://www.basscapitalbassmasters.com/
Meet you at the dock!
Over 34 years ago, one of the most memorable events in my 40-year radio career happened. Being WQIK's air traffic reporter at the time, I flew out of Craig Airport twice daily . One afternoon as I was preparing to take-off, this big red-neck pheasant started checking out the plane and walking around it. He even chased the plane during the take-off roll! This pattern continued every day and I talked about it on the radio. Bingo - Bango! Me, WQIK, and the bird went world-wide. A radio contest was held to name the bird and 'Charlie Lindbird' was a great choice.
The fame was short-lived. Charlie was killled in action when he was sucked into a turbo prop airplane from being too close. A funeral was held during which Charlie was honored with a 'missing pheasant' formation fly-over. His headstone still stands in the Pet Memorial Gardens Cemetary.
Just before my big Saturday blowout, my younger brother, David, and I were finishing up lunch after another fun day in Palatka on the St. Johns. He seemed to be amused at my inability to figure out my new camera. This is the first picture I took that came out focused.
It was the last laugh we had on Saturday. He headed home to Orlando and I headed north to Neptune Beach. About halfway between SR16 and 210, I experienced a blowout on the trailer. Oh no! I didn't have the right jack and being on I95 changing a tire was a very scary thing. But I did it. Nobody stopped to helped much less slow down as they passed by. After 30 minutes of hell, I was on my way feeling good again. A new jack and tire are on my to-do list.