Take advantage of a beautiful Texan spring morning and go fishing; bright, clear air, a shining sun, and the still waters of the lake reflecting the sky. It smells good too, wildflowers, sage, cedar, sun on limestone, and the earth coming alive.
But I wasn't there to record a lull in the new Ice Age, I was there to fish. And sure enough there was a school of carp under someone's pleasure boat tied up at the pier. You could hear them thrashing and fighting against the pontoons of the boat in some kind of furious carp frenzy.
Very exciting and I baited a small hook with a worm, visions of titanic struggle against monster carp looming large. Not unrealistic either, I'd landed some leviathans with the same bait from that very spot the year before, big fun.
So off went a worm under the boat into the churning carp, expectation up, and I waited, and waited. No bite. You could see the carp ignoring the delicious worm in droves, they cared nothing for the worm, it didn't matter to them at all.
I bobbed it about, tried different depths and different positions. Perhaps the fish will love this worm if it's a foot higher or lower, or somewhere else altogether.
No, it meant nothing to them. They didn't like gooey yellow chunks of special carp bait either, which was weird because the packet said carp loved them. They didn't.
Baffled by the perversity of fish, I packed up, promising the piscine adversary I'd be back with a vengeance. Maybe with canned corn, which carp love. Stay tuned.
Back at the Compound I turned on the internet to laugh at rich socialists insisting that Trump's a Russian agent because Hillary lost an election. And then Boom! what's this? Juicy Smollet skates? Yes, on 16 felony counts and the case closed and sealed. No trial, no nothing because of a deal with the state prosecutor.
Even Rahm Emmanuel and Axelrod think it's a disgrace, which says something. Perhaps something about who wants to be the next mayor of Chicago?
Fish on,
LSP
7 comments:
I can't count the number of times I've bought this bait or that, whose claims promised fish can't resist; but the fish had not heard of that claim.
At least you had a gorgeous day for fishing!
I suppose that if you're a leftist POC, gay, and a part of the wiser than us entertainment industry, you're entitled to skate. Welcome to Illinois, a state, like several others, in two parts. You have the bulk of the state which is known as the Land of Lincoln. Nice folks for the most part and much like us. Then there's Chicago, or the Land of Capone. Sadly, they run the show.
It smacks of black privilege to me.
Those carp weren't having any of it, Linda. I'm guessing they were full up from whatever was under the boat. But it's not over yet, not by a long shot.
Jim, I'm no expert but Chicago seems bizarrely corrupt. Imagine, just btw, that Jussie was a white Trump supporter.
The city would be in flames.
Doesn't it just, LL. But maybe the wheels of mail fraud will catch up with young Jussie. In the meanwhile, it doesn't make the Dems look good. I like that.
That's why it's called fishing, and not 'catching'... LOL And something 'stinks' (again) in Chiraq...
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