Fishing was slow today. There we were, on the banks of Lake Whitney in the afternoon sun of a November Texan afternoon. Cast, retrieve, behold the beauty of lake, sky and majestic cranes sweeping across the water, but definitely not tight lines. Huh.
Then down went the rod to the left of me. Whoa, action! Something's on and lo and behold, the fun of a light rod. Up came a Black Drum who went back to fight again another day. Great result, unlike, say, today's election result in NYC.
Then, as the sun was beginning to set and the hour for catching had almost arrived, we climbed back in the rig to head for the Compound and the Super Moon. A good day had by all.
Fish On,
LSP
It is, as some wag said long ago, the reason it's called 'fishing' and not 'catching.' Still better than being stuck in a cubical farm...
ReplyDeleteAs to NYC, there's reports that up to 34% of ethnic Jews voted for the arseload believing he'll do something about antisemitism in NYfC. Oh, boy, can't wait for the Intifada to become city policy. Idiots.