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Alias    Posted 04-02-2004 at 03:35:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
5:38 on a Friday morn and it's still drizzling outside. I've been up more than a half hour and am quitely taking my coffee and catching up on what has transpired during the night.

I've still got that 50 pound bag of seed potatoes and it's too wet to plant them. Usually, potatoes are cheap but buying them takes the fun out of watching them grow. Also, it affords me an opportunity to vent my anger on the potato bugs.
Why anyone grows a garden when there's fish to be caught is beyond me.

Speaking o fishing, yesturday, I slipped away during a lull in the rain and pointed my pickup in the direction of the river. It knew the way so I just set back and relaxed as we sped along. When we arrived at our destination near the mouth of deer creek, we had our choice of where to park. There wasn't another diehard, brave the elements at all cost, fisherman anywhere in sight. So, I put on my army surplus poncho and with my rod and light tackle, I set out on the slippery trail that lead down to the water.

Now, my tired old legs don't work as good as in earlier years. But through careful planning and the accurate placing of my feet on the slick surface, I was able to get to the bottom. Where, I took up a position on a rather large rock that jutted out into the current. I threaded a wax worm onto a shad dart and made a young man's cast and four fish saw it coming and leaped out of the water to get a bite. Naw, it didn't happen exactly that way. What did happen was that I cast and cast and then I cast some more. Always throwing the baited dart up into the current and retrieved it as it drifted down. After a while my young mans arm grew tired of all that casting and the pain associated with a damp rainy day started to set in. And, to top it off, I didn't catch one fish. Until, I kinda absentmindedly dropped my line into a small pool where the water was eddying and by miracle of all miracles, a small white perch took the bait. When I pulled it out I was amazed at the size of the creature. He!!, I sez, I've eater bigger sardines than you. So, I threw the little feller back in. By then the rain had started again and I felt it was time to call a halt to this nonsense.

Well, in closing I'd just like yawl to know that my little outting gave me pause to re-evaluate the position of the ones that stayed by the fire. The ones that were not brave enough to weather the storm. All, for the sake of tossing a line into the water. HAH!!! They are the smart ones!!! And, I still had that trecherous, steep, slick, slimy, mud and moss covered path to climb back to the top. however, with perservance, and dogged determination, coupled with a need to get warm and a greater need for a heavy layer of Icy Hot applied to my shoulder, I managed to reach the summit. Only memories of more pleasant outings kept me from hurling my fishing rod into the water. Today, it's still raining but I'm not going to play and kids games. I'm staying in and out of trouble.

Yawl have a great day, now, ya heah........gfp


Fern(Mi)    Posted 04-02-2004 at 04:07:35       [Reply]  [No Email]
I have found that there is no sue cure for having fun, or happyness.
Myself? I like dwelling on the better memories inspite of a couple bad ones. Then maybe those really bad ones wouldn't have been so had less love been involved.
Sorry! gotta get out and do chores, go to Shorthorn expo.

I liked that potatoe digging before and after the spud fact. Picked worms for both ends the fishing season.
Keep a tight line.


xx    Posted 04-09-2004 at 18:53:59       [Reply]  [No Email]
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