Sunday morning: Moon in Sagittarius. Two strikes. No fish. No problem. There are two or three big lunkers hanging out in the creek, right in front, and they tease my bait. I’ll get their pictures yet.
“Hey baby, I just called to let you know how right you were,” (Leo).
Then it’s always pleasant to spend a goodly portion of the afternoon perusing charts and making observations.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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