"At the wooden bridge we throw the money out of the car!"

I took this picture on a recent fishing trip in Virginia. These goats were lounging on a country bridge, in a hurry to go nowhere.

I realize there's a corresponding folk tale to this scene. But, I later waded under the bridge, so let's not talk about it...

Rare are opportunities to sneak in a fish-of-the-day pic.

"They posted the next round for the tournament."

On a brighter note, I have news to share: The Little Lebowski Urban Goat Roasters are taking the show on the road. Roughly two years after our initial goat roast and a foreshadowing blog post, we're headed west to Brady, Texas to compete in this year's BBQ Goat Cookoff. That's right, the granddaddy of 'em all:

In researching cooking techniques for our very first goat, I hit the knowledge jackpot: past champion Alton Bradshaw, a demi god of cabrito. His guidance was no doubt the cause for a successful roast, and for our immediate induction into the goat barbecue community. Ever since, his name his name is spoken with reverence and respect. Now, it's time to meet our makers - the apprentices will cook with the masters.

"Who's your friend in the Volkswagen?"

It's clear Texans don't mess around when it comes to goat cuisine. But don't worry; we don't plan on tiptoeing around our roaster either. The wheels have been turning for months and practice roasts are in the near future. We'll ride into Texas with our heads and hopes high. Laissez les bon temps rouler!