Scott you're killin' me. Silly me thinking I could catch a break without Ive around. Father's Day was like a mini version of the fling, complete w/ good food, good beer and great company. Oh, except Scott's BBQ saw action this time. Really enjoyed as always. (Roper you secretly wish you could cast like that...ok it's bad) Stan, glad you happened up. Hope to cross paths again. Give us a shout if you're on here..