November 12

That temptress Lady Nature is doing it again this morning. A view long enough to inflame our memories and desires of sunny summer days then quickly covering the peek with clouds. While some desire still remains it is told to us that before the week is out she will cruelly extinguish those flames by dousing them with some real cold, adding a little water then changing it to a white floating moisture. You might take the white floaters as an apology for the rest but with a thirty mile an hour wind swirling them around you would be mistaken.

I did manage to catch a good many Crappie again yesterday, cleaning my limit of 15. It is hard to believe how hungry those fish must be. Getting ready for the winter I guess. I looked over each fish I cleaned it and determined they were all from the Democrat school. I suppose the school of Republicans are just to smart to fall hook, line and sinker for the false enticements I presented. Of course I never went to Harvard.

It may read like fishing is a waste of time around here but it is far from it. If the fresh smells, the peace of the breaking day and the quite being interrupted only by the nature sounds isn't enough, there is Mikey who follows every cast and watches each retrieve with such an intensity that he literally shakes. When we catch one he may take a half hearted snap at it but then quickly he prepares for the next cast. He believes we'll catch a fish every time and that affects my faith. Keeps me fired for awhile but I always seen to give up before he does. If I could only teach him how to use the rod himself...............Best I've been able to do is teach him to man my bait fishing rod for me while I fish a lure with another rod.
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"Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after."-Henry David Thoreau