floated in over the water

Fishing. Got to love it. Catch and release: got to love that even more. Days like yesterday don’t get any more perfect for fishing. There was a cool, dawn mist on the river. On the highway to lake, there was patches of low fog. “Look: we’re flying under the clouds.” The motor barked to life, and we were up on the plane, heading out at 60 knots an hour or more… then, silence. Trolled over to the edge of the dam, and started fishing. My early luck was spotty, at best. The Virgo had better luck. Well, except that his motor was seized up or something. And instead of doing a typical guy thing, taking the motor apart right there (my suggestion), we just fished our way back to the boat ramp. Excellent fishing. Perfect weather. Almost cold in the morning, before the sun came up, but I was able to shed my long pants by midmorning. And in that inlet where the boat ramp was? I caught my last two fish right in there. My Virgo buddy got tired of taking pictures, I caught so much. What could make this even better? Some BBQ at Elgin’s [home of the world famous Elgin Hotlink] Southside Meat Market. “I always get a half pound of sausage and an orange soda.” Home before two in the afternoon, I snoozed for a bit, and then went for a late trek around the lake. Just too nice of day not to be outside. I drifted off to sleep, a little early while the sounds of conjunto music, played loud and outside someplace, floated in over the water.