In Search of the Perfect Happy Hour IV

So there we were our happy group of Dead End Yacht Club members, a cool beverage in all our hands. We toasted our dearly departed former members and drank heartily to their future, wherever they were. 
We had eaten and drunk our fill at the Pelican but we weren't completely finished. Normally we would have let the Reverend take us over to the Nauti Parrot but no one mentioned it until we
saw Captain Mike, First Mate Tracy, and Cleveland Jack come into the Back Bay aboard the mighty fish killer, "the Honey Badger!" 

 We followed them to Faulty Scams Marina where they unloaded two charters and all the fish they were allowed under the law. The charter's held up enormous Red
Groupers for Mate Tracy to take pictures. That will certainly be on their website and Facebook page, Honey Badger's Charters. (https://honeybadgerfishing.com)

 The Reverend will never dock there on account of the way they treated their bookkeeper. So we went around San Carlos Island on a bit of a joy ride. Once in Hurricane Bay, the Tritoon headed for Nauti Parrot like it was on autopilot. But it was really just rote memory.

 "Don't see any Rainbow awning over the tables," said Cap'n Crunch.


 "Christian is tending bar at the waterfront, dive bar side. Not many people there. Plenty of dock space," said Run-aground Ralph. 

 "You call it Commodore," the Rev said to me.

 "I'll leave it up to the Vice-Commodore," I said.

 "Christian makes a mean Rum Runner," said Texarkana Hanna but I think we should wait for the next group to take over. I'd be banned from the local Chapter of the NRA if a fellow member saw me in there!"

 "Sure do like most of the ppl who work there," I said, "A great view but I got tired of the confusion and mismanagement. Maybe the LGBT ppl will straighten that out. I'll be happy ending this pub crawl on my dock with a Pabst Blue Ribbon in my hand." 

 The End of this series!
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Anonymous said…
Happy Hours have disappeared on and around Fort Myers Beach. We remember the days of the dollar, two dollar draft beers that once abounded. Way back to Snug Harbor restaurant there were deals to be had by ppl just getting off work. Not much anymore. Today a typical HH is $1 off $4 drinks which may fly right on the beach but not most places!
August 25, 2019 at 10:03 AM
Anonymous said…
Happy Hour food doesn't exist no more. Now its 5 Chicken Wings for $6. Ranch or Blue Cheese add a buck. Celery, $010 per half stalk? It's just half orders dressed up like HH food!
August 25, 2019 at 10:09 AM
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