There was a plan, and a dam good one. Viz. Go fishing on Lake Whitney this morning. So what happened, you ask in questioning wonder. I'll tell you, the plan went all to hell and there was no fishing, I wasn't even able to break free of the Compound except to check the PO Box and Walmart, and that was on a schedule. Huh. Total FAIL So here's some earlier action to virtually make up the miserable deficit.
Surprise striper, caught on a baby bluegill. Huh, far out, wasn't expecting that one.
Well... dam... big fish, light rod. What a lot of fun.
Never underestimate the fun of a plate sized bluegill, tasty too. Kid's a Sergeant now, remarkably. Ahem, commission please, but that's up to him. Whatev. Dads, don't take your kids to degenerate drag queen story hours, take them fishing instead.
Just some bass on the mighty, mighty Brazos.
Message to market? Get back on the water.
Tight Lines,
LSP
