Vegan fishing
Went fishing. Didn’t catch a thing except for lots of vegetation, in fact, I caught so many water weeds, I have a new title as a Vegan Fishing Guide.
That one LCRA lake was down about a foot, which, in my mind, doesn’t make a lot of sense, not with the recent rains, but I wasn’t too worried about it. We were \\on the lake\\ before sun-up, and fishing our little hearts out. It was a spectacular day, too, with the bank temperature showing it to be 55 degrees before the sun crested the horizon.
We spent a good five hours in the boat, nothing to write home about, looking at naked shoreline, my buddy asking about birds because, well, the birds were about the only ones having any luck with the fish. Great Blue Heron, lots of Egrets, a lone osprey.
Then, on the way back into town, after good Bastrop BBQ, we noticed a truck broken down at the side of the road, a handful of folks working on it. Then again, a few miles further along, another broken down truck, again, already surrounded by helpful folks.
“Yeah, Mercury must be retrograde,” my fishing buddy was explaining, “crap, I’m starting to sound like you guys, ‘Mercury is retrograde,’ how bad is that?”
