That Southern Heat

Some pictures from a recent hike of the Tuxachanie Trail in De Soto National Forest. Lord was it hot.


(Good thing we didn't swim)


(Best friend, and the girlfriend)

Blitzen Trapper - Wild Mountain Nation

Favorite Shirt

Mom's old concert shirt from back when she was my age. Very cool. All the no name opener bands have great names. The best part however is the "Official staff type person..."




Fleetwood Mac - Heart Beats Like A Hammer & Shake Your Money Maker

Look - Backyard Disc Golf

I've really been on top of my disc golf game lately. The perfect summer sport for hanging with the bros.










Disc - Roc DX (Any mid-range disc will serve you well for honing your shots in the back yard)
Basket - Innova DISCatcher Mini (Perfect size, easily storable, and reasonably priced)
Bag - Innova Disc Golf Standard Bag (Or any old gym bag lying around)
Hat - Dodgers (Not doing so hot this season, maybe I'll have to start liking the locals)
Shirt - None
Belt - Bison Slider
Shorts - Patagonia Stand Up Shorts
Shoes - Vibram FiveFingers KSO (Love everything about these shoes)

Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days

PS. They're discs, not frisbees. Don't mix them up.

Notebooks

A continuation of the last post, this one related to blank books.


O-Check Design Graphics has some great looking products and amazing photographs on their website,


I use this gorgeous little notebook as a trip journal. Can't wait to fill it up and order a new one. Buy here.



I also love the classic Canson 8 1/2" X 11" notebook. Buy Here.

The Duhks - Fast Paced World

Books

All of these I'm currently reading or have read. Monkey Wrench Gang is my favorite out of the bunch so far.

Thrift Store Finds

Thrifting is a wonderful act. There's always at least one thing I like in my usual haunts. These are some finds accumulated through the summer months.


A very nice Carhartt blanket lined chore jacket with matching hood attached. Must have been bought by someone, held in the closet for 20 years, then given to the trift, judging by the blanket lining in the sleeves. (Now they just use nylon, shame.)




Care tag sewn right on to the breast pocket.


Basic chambray shirt, I especially like the pocket details.


...And the coup de grace. A slim fitting navy and white whipcord suit from express, absolutely perfect for summer with a navy or red bowtie.


A closer view of the material.

John Buchan

John Buchan, 1st Baron Tweedsmuir was a Scottish novelist and Unionist politician who served as Governor General of Canada, the 15th since that country's confederation. -Wikipedia

John Buchan is a real hero of mine. From his writing to his dandy style, there is a whole lot to love about the First Baron Tweedsmuir (Including the title). I have a collection of the first 4 adventures of Richard Hannay, the Scottish soldier turned spy, all compiled into one volume.


The Thirty Nine Steps is by far my favorite. All the books are great but nothing beats the original. I also quite like the modern cover redesigns posted here.

Dream Machine

I spotted this amazing truck on my recent trip to Great Basin National Park. I would trade anything for it. It could have no engine and I would be happy with it to just sit in my drive way and look damn good. The color, the style, the little dings and rust spots, all conspire to make an irresistible melding of machine, art, and antique.


It kind of remind's me of Ed Abbey's. Different brand, but the same rugged soul.


One last picture with the junior rangers

My Rad Dad and The Fishing Rodeo

A little late for father's day, but oh well.


My dad, an avid fisherman, has been waking my two sisters and I up at the crack of dawn to fish with him ever since we can remember. Usually our response is to pull the covers over our heads, but we would begrudgingly give in on special occasions like fathers day, his birthday, and, of course, the Fourth of July Fishing Rodeo. Every year in our home town of Bay Saint Louis Mississippi, a 14 and under fishing tournament is hosted by the local Yacht Club. Starting at 6 am over zealous dads and their bleary eyed children file in and stake out their spots on jetties, piers, and docks, hoping to win the prize for biggest fish of the day.
As we arrived at our spot, toting our poles and a cooler (Full of drinks for kids, and for adults) the sun was just extending its first rays over the horizon. After a half hour I reeled in my first catch, a catfish, to put us in first place. The day progressed with fish caught, lines tangled, and the patience of children and fathers tested. While I was taking one of my many breaks my dad felt a bite on his line. He called me over, stuck the pole in my hand, and grabbed the net, ready to pull in a big one. Twenty minutes later and I was ready to give up and let this one go, but my dad wouldn’t have it. I pulled and I fought against the monstrous fish, all the while encouraged by my dad.
Finally after nearly an hour spent desperately trying to catch the fish my dad reached down and netted the red fish, almost as big as me. He unhooked it from the line and sent me off to the weigh master to see just how big it was. I returned triumphantly with the news. “It’s the biggest so far” I shouted. Forgetting my anger at the early morning’s wake up, the hot sun, and the endless fight to reel in the monster of a fish I had caught, all I thought of was how proud and happy the look on my dad’s face was. Through his persistent ‘Coaching’ I won the tournament twice, and loved every minute of it.



Junior Brown - Surf Medley
All he ever plays on guitar

Absence

I've spent the past 10 days on a family vacation, camping, hiking, and lots of driving out west. Got plenty of posts on the way!

Creedence Clearwater Revival - Lookin Out My Backdoor