My olfactory nerves were on overload as the smell of boiled eggs emanated from the rich, brown soup that swirled around the canoe. It’s not a smell altogether offensive, not reeking solely of death and decomposition, but a dark earthy scent exuding both life and death. Some folks would say the water is just stagnant;…
Day two found me on the lake just at sunup. With this fantastic sunrise came the promise of another beautiful morning. It would be hard to pay attention to fishing with so many colors to observe in the sky, reflected on the water.
I had a potential charter for Saturday morning that never materialized, but with conditions prime, this was the morning to cast care to the wind and go for it. Equipped with a fast boat, two rods, a couple extra plastic baits, and bottled water, I headed out to Lake Decade before daylight in anticipation that…
There were several title options for the post. And there are so many things I’d like to include, or should I break things up and spread things out over time? First off, I owe somebody an engraved Community Coffee Scoop. Since there was no real winner of the on-the-sly-comment-contest I ran last week, I guess…
and mud on my truck! Sing it with me now! Buh buh buuuuuh, buh buh buh buuuuuuh . . . . Okay, snapping back to the present and not the sixties, or was it early seventies? Against a negative feeling, I agreed to take Termite duck hunting at a different place this morning. Last night,…
The Captain does not eat turkey. The Captain does not eat dressing. The Captain’s favorite Thanksgiving meal is this . . . White beans, rice, and fried oysters. No matter what else BigSis and I prepared, I prepared this separately for him. I’m not really sure if he knew how much trouble it was, but…