Awe inducing, to say the least.

USMC Silent Drill Team in action. Wow.

They are good I tell ya!

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Comparing the Times...

HOLY COW....er I mean Water Buffalo!!!

I knew I was tough!

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Holy Cow, the Whopper is gone!!!

A BIG BIG FISHY, CAUGHT AT THE BEACH!!!

It all started one dreary day, last Saturday the 28th of July, when there was a question as to whether or not we should actually make the trip to the beach to try to fish, even though there was one huge line of thunderstorms moving up the Texas coast directly towards Freeport and Surfside. Throwing caution to the wind, the decision was made to go headlong into what promised to be a sloppy, wet fishing trip. We ended up bringing home 2 barely keeper blacktips, after finding out that they feed on hardhead catfish cut-bait, along with a couple good gafftops. All in all a great trip.

While consuming this shark and catfish, a call was placed to a well known member of the family, who resides in San Antonio. Upon being informed of the deliciousness of said shark, he/she (identity withheld to protect the innocent) informed us that he/she knew of some guys who, when fishing for big sharks, would use a technique, till this point unbeknownst to us, of hooking on a second fishing pole to the first pole and releasing the first pole as the line is stripped almost completely. This gives the fishermen a second and, if necessary, a third reel of line. We would like to extend a hearty THANK YOU to that special family member because without that info, this would be the end of the tale. We l**e you very much anonymous family member, God bless you!

Now.............the rest of the story.

Monday arrived and words of a second fishing trip swirled in the air. After a few moments of contemplation, schedules were rearranged and plans were changed to make time for a shark fishing trip on Tuesday, knowing full well that we might have to settle for bringing in some gafftops, red, or black drum as well. We were more than willing to deal with those issues, as they arose.

Tuesday morning alarms sounded and Jayden was more than ready to hit the surf with Ryan and I. As we exited Lake Jackson we stopped at the Whataburger, ordered our burgers and struck up a conversation with a gentleman sporting an old 'Rock 101' t-shirt. He asked where we were going to fish and we told him down at Surfside going after some shark. He was very informative and told us that we ought take beach access number ** or ** and drive down a few hundred yards to fish. We already intended to take the first one he mentioned, because that is where we caught the earlier fish. We decided to try the other access road he suggested and got down 2-3 hundred yards to park.

The morning fish started great with Jayden hauling in the first fish of the day, a 25 inch hammerhead shark, while Ryan was still rigging up the rest of the rods. "Man, was this a sign?", we thought. Throughout the day, it was gafftop and blacktip galore, with a few hardheads strewn in for bait's sake. 2:40pm arrived and all of us manned our stations. While I worked at baiting rods and Ryan was out casting one, I looked over at the farthest pole and it took a deep bow to the ocean. I quickly hollered at Jayden to come reel in the fish and we both charged through the knee deep water towards the pole. After I set the hook, I handed the pole to Jayden. She began pumping on the reel with reckless abandon and managed to bring in the behemoth 50 feet against his will. The muscles in her little arms and chest began to fill with excess amounts of lactic acid, and she relunctantly asked Daddy to take over. With flowing blonde locks of 3/8" hair and piercing blue eyes the fight shifted into 5th gear. As I fought to save precious yardage on the reel I managed to yell over to Ryan with the universal signal for 'big fish', which was my right arm extended as far to the right as possible, since my left arm was occupied with the reel. Being the adept and knowlegeable fisherman that he is Ryan, 100 yards away, quickly realized the extent of the situation and rushed, without concern for his safety, headlong towards me to serve as re-enforcement, armed with what ended up being a useless and unnecessary 3 ft landing net. As the fish repeatedly took yards of line at will, it became apparent that without our newly gained knowledge of the previously mentioned big shark fighting technique, this fight was soon going to be over. With precious feet to spare, Ryan raced back to the truck and assembled a, as of yet unproven, steel leader connection. Second pole in hand and rippling muscles abound, Ryan stormed back into the chest deep waters of the seaside surf, just in time to thread said connection through the base of my reel. Not long after this it became necessary to release my pole into the blue depths, not knowing if I would ever see it again. The pole shot through the water like a white torpedo. The fish, with a new sense of freedom, stripped many yards of line off of Ryan's reel. With a white knuckle grip on the pole, Ryan continued the fight the beast for nearly the next hour. He recovered my rod after much rod pumping and I licked my chops for another round against goliath. Within the next hour, we sighted what looked to us like a huge stingray wingflap 100 yards out. Our hearts sunk with disappointment as we began to discuss recipes for stingray scallops the size of truck tires, instead of big, thick shark steaks. With sweat dripping from our brows, we decided to continue and it was another half hour before another sighting 50 yards off revealed that we were indeed fighting a razor toothed man-eater. A clearly visible shark body strolling in the surf waves caused our hearts to again jump with joy. After quite a few more minutes of my heated battle, and much documentation by camera, Ryan sank his meat claws around the fencepost sized tail, and drug the now whooped monster ashore. Many high-fives and loud yelling ensued. When the hoopla subsided, the picture posing began and contined for another 10 minutes, at least. The carcass was then loaded aboard the truck, iced down and hauled 50 miles inland, where the real work began. After two hours of back breaking, fish cleaning labor, enough shark steak and gafftop fillets were bagged to be able to feed an entire Somali village for a week.

The trio of shark killers, sun baked, wind burned, and smelling like dead fish, finally got a chance to shower off and recuperate. When it was all said and done, Ryan and I talked about the next time we hook into some big SOB like that again. Cut the line and tell a bigger fish story than this, or bring the bastard in anyway? hmmmm, let us think. Enough thinking, he's freezer meat, damn the torpedoes.

It should be noted that a total of ten gafftop catfish, ranging in size from 15 to 24 inches, one hammerhead, and a (UPDATE: 1 blacktip shark, and 1 Bull Shark) were brought home. The blacktip was a mere 2 foot long. We only failed to mention it up to this point because, you know, we catch em every trip we go after em, hehe. Oh, and if you hadn't figured it out yet, the unidentified family member was Thad. Thanks, brotha.

the baby finaly came

You wanna know why kidney stones are so painful. That's a whole quarter of an inch, boy! Passed at 6:08p, 7/10/07. Kinda takes after it's mother. Notice the fine razor like jagged edges. Nine months to deliver a baby....please. I spent two and a half months with this sucker slicing all the way from my kidney to my toilet. Three weeks of it's journey was spent visiting my prostate. Not one minute of the whole ordeal, did it let me forget that it was there.

That's why it's called a pig trap

I figured you all would get a kick out this pic. Notice there are four in the trap and one outside of the trap. If you ever set the trap be sure to carry a gun with you because, more often than not, the other members of the herd will hang and not leave their comrades. They can attack as you approach their panicing buddies in the trap.

JAYDEN LOST HER 1ST BABY TOOTH!!!!!

Jayden just lost her 1st baby tooth!!! She's so HAPPY and I am so glad that it's out, she was hurting but was a big girl through out the pulling. She has a few more that aren't to far behind this one. Hope everyone's doing good and staying cool. Love to all,Margaret

Uncle Chris' New Blog

Go check out my new blog. It will have an assortment of articles and comments on varying subjects, like politics, health and whatever else I decide to post.


The blog is called, 'The Uncle Chris Blog'. Catchy ain't it? The address is http://theunclechrisblog.blogspot.com


Adios amigos see ya there
Uncle chris

How to get to Ryan's Graduation, CLICK HERE

UPDATE: The graduation already happened, don't go to Huntsville now. You are too late and we had a great time. Pics will be posted asap. Eldon

Here are the general directions to Ryan's Graduation. It starts at 2:00pm, and I haven't heard of anyplace where we can all meet, exept maybe outside the Coliseum around 12:30 or 1:00?

If you are coming South on Interstate 45, you need to exit at Montgomery Rd and turn left, if you are going North on I-45, you also need to exit Montgomery Rd, but turn Right.

Now that we got all the Northerners and Southerners at the same intersection, follow Montgomery Rd. all the way until you T into Bowers Blvd.(a good ways) Here turn left towards the Coliseum, the big ROUND BLACK bldg. and park in the parking lot that is to the right, before getting to the Coliseum. That is, unless a police occifer makes you do something else, then you need to do what he says.
Eldon

HERE IS THE GOOGLE MAPS LINK TO THE CAMPUS AND COLISEUM -

http://maps.google.com/maps?ie=UTF8&q=sam+houston+state+university&oe=UTF-8&t=h&om=0&ll=30.712434,-95.545135&spn=0.009704,0.019312&z=15

Retirement will be sooooo sweet

Everyone should be getting their invitations in the mail within the next couple of days. Two Sundays from now I will be officially retired. Kimberly will be graduating. Tonight she received her President's Education Award for Outstanding Academic Achievement. We are so proud of her. Thank you to everyone who has supported the kids and have given them words of encouragement all along. She will be taking the first summer session off and begin college the second session in order to get a head start.

That is President George Bush's signature

Ryan is getting his Master's Degree

Hey all,
We forgot to post the fact that Ryan was getting confirmed this Sunday, but Ryan asked me to post this as your invitation to his Master's Graduation Ceremony in Huntsville on Saturday May 12th. It is at 2:00pm, but if you want to know where to go beforehand, call Ryan so you can get in line on his voicemail, hopefully it won't be full, hehe.
There is a big BBQ planned afterwards with a couple of Ryan's friends and our respective families.
We have horseshoes covered, but if you have any other games you might want to play, bring them. Talk at ya laterz, Eldon

New Brewer family member in Houston

APOLLO

(Lita's new boyfriend)

Meet the newest addition to the family, Apollo. He is an 83 lb. HOSS of a dog, and he'd just as soon tear your leg off as look at ya. Ok, just kidding. He is actually just the biggest, most solidly muscled teddy bear that you've ever laid your eyes on and he would really rather crawl up in your lap and lay his head on your chest than tear your leg off. The petsmart vet estimated him to be about 7 yrs old, but I think he very well could be nearer to 8-9. We adopted him from a friend who found him on the street but couldn't find the owner for 2 months. He was going to have to take him to the shelter because he and his girlfriend live in a small apt and didn't have room for a horse sized dog. Thankfully, he is nearly as well-behaved and disciplined than Lita and gets along great with the kids, and the cat.

Easter in Houston

And presenting, The Three BucketHeads.(TBH) 'Professional Egg Hunters extraordinaire'

I know what you're thinking, and YES, the Easter Bunny DID hide them that good!

How 'bout that, an egg HIDDEN inside an egg carton. That EB was a GENIUS, I tell ya.

'Sniffle, Sniffle' "Dada, I only found HALF the eggs. Could you show me where the OTHER HALF is?

Thank God the rain let up for a little bit, all we had was 39 degree weather, brrrrrrrrrrrr.

Cool Idea

Thank God, Thank God

for all of you who may have been out of the loop and didn't get the news, Birkhead is the father, thank God, the world will sleep better tonight, thank God...

How Snow Came To Fall In Texas 2007

In this instance the "out of the ordinary" weather pattern is a direct result of the global warming trend caused by George W. Bush and the cattle on his Crawford Ranch. As Al Gore explained it, the lack of rainfall throughout Texas, preceding this climactic change, resulted in below average hay production for the entire southern region. Consequently, the wicked conservative President Bush, in an attempt to save money, the very same money that he received from his evil cronies at Halliburton in exchange for Iraqi blood, resorted to teaching his cattle to gulp mouthfuls of air so to fill their starving bellies and defer the dreadful hunger pains until beneficial rainfall would come. As a result, millions of little methane fart bubbles were created inside of the hungering cattle and the precarious first steps of what would cause snowfall in Texas on Easter weekend 2007, were taken. For months the cattle’s methane flatulent stale stink hung over Crawford and the surrounding countryside. As the horrid gasses ascended into the fragile atmosphere methane poopie ice crystals started to form. The abnormal ice crystals had the ability to convert normal ice crystals into evil misshapen stinky conservative methane snow crystals. The great conservative conspiracy had started and there was no stopping the enormous evil stinky conservative methane snow crystals from enveloping the entire sky over Crawford, then Texas, then the entire world… ha ha ha ha ha ha ha (evil laugh). All was thought to be lost,until wait, what is that, what is that sound, it sounds like a tweet tweet, tweet tweet, peeter peeter, hiccup cough, oooh, thank God or Allah or Buda or Jehovah or any other divinity whom you may worship or if you are Atheist we are heart fully sorrow for having offend you by the aforementioned deities, it is Al Gore coming to the rescue. As he stepped out of his pink rice burning hybrid Volkswagen a single tear streamed down his face and fell, but before it hit the ground it was sucked up into the sky, into the greedy evil stinky conservative methane snow cloud attempting to vacuum and convert all precious liquids into evil stinky conservative methane snow. However, because the tear was pure and released from a pure eye as a result of heartfelt suffering from seeing the harmful effects of conservative evil greed, the tear was able to stop the evil stinky conservative methane snow cloud and force it to fall back to mother earth harmlessly somewhere north of Huntsville. The End.

Damn this Global Warming to Hell

I guess Gore and those other libbies are correct about the man-made Global Warming Fireball of DOOM. Ryan's friend, Anna sent this undeniable evidence from her family's house this Easter weekend. And yes this is in TEXAS, just north of Huntsville, in fact. You better thank God that it wasn't us putting the banana on the snowman, hehehe. Think about that one while we go get the sunshields out of the closet to fend off this infernal heatwave.

HAVE A HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!