Oklahoma Autumn Travel Blog

The wife tells me she wants to hike the Appalachian Trail. I say why don’t we go do the little Mount Scott hike first to see what that’s like before we go hike two thousand miles or so.

I hadn’t been here since I was young man. I’m no longer a young man with young knees. So…I say why don’t we do the descent and pass on the ascent.

What a beautiful descent which overlooks the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. If you haven’t done Mount Scott it’s a must if you want to get the feel of Oklahoma.

Then we headed over to nearby Lake Lawtonka which holds the state record for the largest smallmouth bass ever caught in Oklahoma.

I’d never been to this lake before. My mistake. It’s breathtakingly beautiful. It’s stocked with smallmouth bass, largemouth bass, walleye, sandbass, and channel catfish. I only fished for an hour and caught two small bass. But this was more of me talking with locals on where to fish when I come back in November to fish the nearby trout stream in Medicine Park.

Medicine Park…wow. I loved it. Such a rustic charming place with a trout stream which meanders through the middle of the town. We had intended to eat at Meers when we planned the trip, but we stumbled upon the Riverside Cafe which hangs over the trout stream and has a Colorado-like view to kill for.

What a great place! I had the catfish Po’ Boy sandwich with fried okra and two ice cold Shinerbocks. Tell me I’m not a southern boy. The Appalachian girl hiker I was with had the chicken dinner which looked pretty good as well. I was so overcome by the experience I smoked my first cigar since the Trump pandemic crippled our country.

Medicine Creek is awesome. The cafe reminded me of Garlic Mike’s which overlooks the Gunnison River in Crested Butte. Which BTW is my favorite Italian restaurant which is run by New York mafia types in the foothills of the Rockies. If you love Italian food… go there before you move on to the next stop of the human spiritual journey. Trust me.

So…since we no longer have Power 5 football in Oklahoma…this will be a different autumn for me and the Appalacian girl hiker. Next up maybe the White River in Arkansas and a trip to the best Italian restaurant in Arkansas over in Eureka Springs.

Kid you not…my White River trout fishing guide used to be Bill Clinton’s barber back in the day when Bill was governor of Arkansas. I tell you there’s nothing like flaoting the White River, catching trout, drinking cold beer, smoking cigars, and hearing Bill Clinton sex stories. The guy never quits talking. It’s like trout fishing with Howard Stern. The Trump evangelicals would love this guy.

Since the Arkansas Razorbacks beat Mike Leach’s Mississippi State Bulldogs last week in SEC West play…maybe it’s time for me to move on to the SEC West as a college football purist. Or seriously follow the Appalachian Girl’s Auburn Tigers who got ass-whipped by the Georgia Bulldogs last week in SEC crossover play. War Eagle!

I’m thinking Gus Malzahn is not in a good place right now. Auburn isn’t O State. Auburn alums won’t do the Mike Gundy Mullet King thing and wait twenty years to win another SEC championship. Beating TCU and Iowa State doesn’t mean anything to them. They want to beat Alabama in the Iron Bowl. Lincoln Riley loses to Texas… he and Gus M. might become soulmates this college football season. Just sayin’.

You can’t allow Trump’s pandemic to define your life. You have to move on with ‘Life Its Ownself’. Couldn’t help throwing in a little Dan Jenkins right there. Just be smarter than the clueless dumbfuck living in the White House with the upper tier Slovenian escort with the fake tits who polices bullying on the internet. Who could make this up?

Not even Dan Jenkins in literary dead solid perfect Hall of Fame Heaven could make this shit up. Not a chance.

Live hard, live kind, and live smart.