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Oh, knock it off with the hammock and BBQ already. LOL! I'm about to shower and go make a beer run in a few, myself. I got a nice pack of thin cut boneless chops for dinner, and will pop into Dollar General to see if I can conjure up anything resembling a coating or marinade for them. It's raining outside and looks like it'll continue through mid evening, so into the oven or skillet they go. I suppose I could oven BBQ them, for that matter. I've got some Rufus Teague whiskey-cider and store brand maple-bourbon sauce in the cabinet. We've all kept a keen eye on Dorian until the last day or so. For a week it looked to track right across the Florida peninsula and pop out into the Gulf still as a Cat 1. Looks like St. Augustine might get hit by it as a Cat 4 or 5, and I'm not sure they completely cleaned up after the last one hit them. They think it may still be hurricane strength all the up into the Delmarva, so you may see some weather out of it.

I bought into the Labor Day fishing tourney at the county lake yesterday, just for kicks and giggles. I haven't been there since last fall, but Mike and Ted (the brothers who manage it for the state) still remembered me by name and were wondering what happened to me. I filled them in, and Mike cringed about every third word (Ted was too busy watching the Alabama game on TV to listen). The fishing was El Stinko Gordo, but I pulled out early when my back started to protest, and my legs didn't appreciate the prolonged standing, either. I'm still feeling it. It was the first real fishing I've gotten to (or felt good enough for) this year, and I forgot to take a camp chair with me. It's kind of like shooting - if it's been a while, you gotta get your sights readjusted on your gun and get your eye back, and I was there as much to test everything I'd busted up as I was to compete. But, it knocked the rust off, the weather was nice for a change, and it was good to get back out on the water again. I left all my gear in the car because I thought I might log an hour or two over at West Point Lake today, but the weather had been threatening to turn sour since this morning, and finally did. (Cooler out there, though.) There weren't but about a dozen people on the tournament roster when I registered, and only one piddling little dink weighed and measured. If I'd have gotten out there earlier in the day when it was cooler and the sun was low, I'd have had a fighting chance. Unfortunately, our resident refugees decided to spend the holiday weekend up in north Georgia, and were underfoot and getting in my hair and on my nerves all morning. My welcome mat is wearing a little thin at this point.

Well, time to empty the trash and hit the shower before The Queen comes rolling in the door. Be back to join you with a cold one of my own later.

Hi, Guys! Vision, your evening sounds swell! And, Viking, well, don't slip and fall putting the ribs in the oven. :-D

Keith found a 13-pound beef brisket for $3.99 a pound, and he put it on the Big Green Egg to low-and-slow smoke it all day today. Then, he'll wrap it in foil and finish it all night in the oven at about 200 degrees. Here are a couple of shots, before, and after a couple of hours with "bark" starting to form on it.