March 14, Watson Mill Bridge State Park. I got you Mutha Fuka!
It was a a busy day hiking a new trail at Watson Mill Bridge SP, we discovered a river with some great rapids and it was not the one you see flowing under the Bridge at Watson Mill Bridge SP, but behind the campground. We were worn out by the time we got back to the RV. We built a roaring fire in the fire pit, the grill was all set up and we patiently waited for dinner. We noticed our screen door was covered with flies! Must have been that Pork Tenderloin on the grill that got em. Either way, it was now all out war, but first, I’ll set the scene.
As we retired for the evening indoors, we relaxed to a nice glass of Moonshine! Yes, you heard it right. We’d bought two mason jars of it last year in Tennessee. It’s legal in Gatlinburg, but the taste should be illegal! A shot or two or three chased down with Orange juice, well, that’s all we had for a chaser set the mood. I’ll spare you some details, but the more we stared at those flies, the more irritated John got! After all, we both hate flies!
We tried swatting them with a small rolled up towel, not successful. I tried the old shoe trick, left fly remains on the ceiling, not good. Then, John remembered the old trick he used back when he lived on a boat for nearly a decade! After all, one must entertain ones self when you are out on the Ocean and find your boat swarming with flies!
Fill a cup with soapy water, about half way full. Wait until the flies land on the ceiling, then slowly raise the cup to about an inch from the fly, he’ll fly down into the soapy water every time. Well, most of the time, but that’s beside the point. The point is, it’s entertainment to say the least. But, when a fly two feet away from you flies straight in the cup you are holding up, well, it can’t get any better than this. But, the absolute best part of this story is when John drowned that first fly and said, “I got you Mutha Fuka! Now how do we dispose of these flies? We opened the door, reached the cup through the little slide on the screen door, and poured them out! Oh crap! John’s shoes were still out there in the dark by the steps, wonder if he missed the shoes?