No, no, no. Not that DAFT Punk! (although I do love that song…) Dad’s Annual Fishing Trip Punks! Duh.
My Daddio- joined by my Uncle Skip, & their friends Dan, Mack & Steve – graced Montana with his presence yet again this year on his annual fly fishing trip. I was able to hang out w/ them a bit at their first cabin up Rock Creek on Friday night before they headed west for Idaho for the second leg of their trip.
Their last night in Montana was spent w/ me in Missoula! We of course had to venture to HuHot for dinner & Big Dipper for ice cream after.
I love you Daddio & although we’re never quite sure when our paths will cross again, I can’t wait til they do!
I AM better looking than the Stupidog. Dont care what Debbie and Lydia says.
Yes – maybe but the dog is still smarter.