One of the many benefits of LSPland is that you can go fishing after Mass, which is what we did, right there on Lake Whitney as the sun was beginning to sink in the large Texan sky.
It was a tranquil scene, no doubt about it, but excitement was in the air as first one then several ferocious Bass surged up out of the water to prey on insects and small, unwary birds. Time to get on the fish, gentlemen.
I tried a variety of lures, a mid size shad, some kind of minnow thing and several topwater torpedoes, to say nothing of worms real and plastic along with delicious strawberry fish treats. But the fish were having none of it.
We weren't catching anything, the anglers to the left and right weren't catching anything and neither was man across the way. And that's just the way it was.
No fish on, we fell back to the Compound for a tasty meal of fried chicken and a celebratory glass of the right stuff in honor of Melania's birthday.
It's Not Over, Fish. Not by a Long Shot
Would fried fish have been better? Sure, but that's for another day, when the fish are biting.
Your Old Friend,
LSP
