This used to be a country Texas blog, so what happened? Got diverted by geostrat above my paygrade and egregious liturgical and doctrinal abuse. Hey, easy ongoing target, but what about all that country life? To be honest, I live it daily and like it a lot, so much better than the "Spawl, but you gotta focus.
To that end or τέλος we loaded up the rig with a couple of rods and headed out to the lake. Would the fish bite or would they not? Perennial question. Dam straight they bit, Bluegill after Bluegill, I lost count, just a whole lot of fish.
Didn't keep any, too small, those kids went back to fight again another day. And what a good morning, by the water, on the fish and lots of action, albeit small fish on a light rod. Good for mind, body and soul. Then it was back to the Compound for chicken thighs on the grill and cold white wine. Hey, all's right with the world.
And now? Grilled chicken, the dinner of winners.
Tight Lines,
LSP
8 comments:
Smiling, a day of fishing clears the mind. Reminds you that Man isn't in control of everything, God is.
Psalm 118:24
"This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it."
Someone, and I'm not mentioning any names, needs to get hisself a fly rod. Bluegill on a light to medium fly rod are so much fun, it's probably illegal in some of the blue states.
Amen, brother! Tiny floating cork bugs and bluegills and smallies on a light fly rod? Twitch, BANG, heaven on a pole! It will make you laugh out loud.
I used bluegills to fertilize trees that I planted - plant a tree and fish - magic!
Right on, M.
Wild, I take this advice very seriously.
Love that concept, Ralph. OK, must realize it.
LL, they can make for outstanding eating. One of the tastier fish, I think, but small fillets. I prefer beer batter.
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