Well, the fun never ends. I woke up around 6am and went fishing again, caught 3 decent sized bass and started cleaning up around the fire pit. When I heard Keith start the race truck up, I sauntered down and had a few words with him before he fell back to sleep. Being somewhat bored, I remembered the floor jack in the back of the PooRoo. Needless to say, Keith had no clue what was going on when he tried to drive back to the barn.
