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||Posted: July 25 2007,05:35
Any of you who've been on this site for awhile have seen Randrums here and there. And no doubt wondered bout his e-handle. Without ever meeting him I found Randy and his posts informative and useful but also a lotta fun. Kinda like Sean Connery playing 007 - serious but with a little smiling glint in his eyes.
Well a couple weeks ago found Sue Sea and I at our usual Saturday haunt: having finished a day of John Pennekamp paddling, by dinnertime we were sitting at the Carribean Club havin a couple Bloody Marys, awaiting sundown and the elusive Green Flash we've been chasin for years.
Neither one of us wanted to go home - so we didn't! On a whim we drank up, mounted up and headed south down the Conch Highway to have dinner at Manga-Manga's in...
Wanted to catch sunset on Mallory Pier but the sun disappeared about 20 minutes out round Big Pine. Well, I happened to have Randy's number, gave him a call and asked him to stop by and share a glass of wine with us.
Bout halfway through dinner my cellular rang and, yup, it was Randy. But he wasn't gonna make it. You see Randy - in addition to being a first class yakfishin guide and KW resident - is a professional drummer hailing from Nashville, and was playin at his Sat night gig at the Hog's Breath.
So round 10:30 pm and full of great pasta and a good chianti we moseyed over to the HB. Even though it was off season Duval was overflowing with wandering partiers and staggering drunks. The attendent tried to rip us off for $20 parking ("It's safe here...") and when we both looked shocked and askance asked us what we wanted to pay.
Sue Sea piped up "Five dollars!". And five dollars we paid.
Strolled into the bar: some mighty good rock n roll was rippin the air and we got our first in-the-flesh look at our long time e-friend wailing at the drum set. Now I'm a percussionist myself and used to play out three times a week and I know good music.
Randy and his buds were hot. Clearly a bunch of pros who've been rockin out for years. And have the grey hairs to prove it. Not to mention some wired groupies shakin their booties on the dance floor. Thoroughly enjoyed the set and meeting Randy who made us welcome.
We stayed through the set and agreed to hook up for some yakfishin in the am but never made it - couldn't find a room and we'd be damned if we car camped (even though we've done it). So it was back to Lauderdale and an early arrival - at 4:30 am!!
In one day: yakkin in Largo, dinner and music in Key West and back to Ft L - in one day. Never again! My college days of all nighters just ain't cuttin it anymore. Took us 3 days to recover.
So now we know. Randrums is not named after a gamefish or fishin. He's a drummer and a darned good one. Not to mention an experienced yakkin guide (works with author/photographer/paddler Bill Keogh)...
And now you know the rest of the story...
Edited by Capn Jimbo on July 25 2007,05:42
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