SOW: Sh*t Out of Water

Am I really saying this?!  

The river is TOO low!!  

I AM really saying this!!

There is so little water in the "river" that we spend a fair amount of time

 dragging our kayaks instead of paddling them.

And our wonderful little trolling motors?  

Fuhgeddaboudit!

On my last visit, the motor survived the out journey

 but halfway back during the return, this happened:

Even with 1 prop missing, I was still outpacing Miss Vickie, who was using my older model trolling motor, until right before I reached the boat ramp

when this happened:

WHOO-EE!!!

If this had happened early in the trip, I would've been cussing up a storm and I don't censor myself like I do in this blog.  

Low water is a mixed bag because it enables us to reach spots that normally aren't dug but it also makes it very difficult to get to those spots.

Looking at the mucky, difficult river, however, made me think of a quote

 from one of my favorite comedy movies, 

"Let's make lemonade. Let's go to work."  

If you can correctly name the movie that this quote comes from AND post your answer in the comment section at the end of this blog post, you will receive a nice big chunky Peace River horse tooth similar to the biggun' in this group of teeth I found this week:

Earlier this season, I found a small piece of jaw with the root of a canine still embedded and I was trying to get an ID.  I posted it on FaceBook and was told it was probably horse but my reply was something to the effect of, "How could a horse's big Chiclette incisors fit into that space?"  When someone then commented that horse incisors don't look like Chiclettes,

 it sent me on a mission to find Chiclettes.

Not easy.

I finally went to a Bravo where they sell off-brand Chiclettes and bought a bag

 in order to prove my point.

There were no white or black faux-Chiclettes in the bag so I went with red.

You see what I'm getting at, right?

Ok...I'll move on...

Getting toward the end of the season

My mental pain starts ratcheting up to the same level as my back pain.

It has to end but I don't want it to.  Whaaaaa!!!

Vickie and I decided to camp for a night and got a late start the first day which made for a "meh" digging experience.  A few shark teeth weren't cutting it

so we finished the day in camp with some food that I ONLY eat when camping

and a poor night's sleep (coz I just don't sleep well when I'm camping).

The next morning we decided to head back to glyptodont heaven

 and see if we could scrape up a few more scutes.

Success!

I wish I could tell if any of these scutes are associated.  

I like putting puzzles together but not that much.

I also found the requisite few giant armadillo scutes

and scads of turtle.

When I find modern bones or teeth that I would like to keep, like the deer jaw in the photo, I do a quick, cautious smell test.  So far, so good!

I also added another chunky gator scute to my collection.

I took this picture before I rinsed the sand off.

Lots of antler.

Someone's house keys.

A tiny rodent mandible that led me down a dentition rabbit hole.

Probably muskrat.

More garfish scales.

Vertebra.

A crystal shell

and a few other odds and ends redeemed the weekend.

When we finally made it back to our cars, Vickie and I both swore we couldn't go the following week.  We needed to catch up around our houses, prepare for Wyoming, 

and heal,

but I was already texting her by Monday.

"Wanna go next weekend?"