Ides of December

Fish on, and then some.

“Dude, it’s going to be cold.”

It was. Wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be, and I suited up in the spare winter suit, and I was good to go. First fish of the day, by the power plant (Lake Fayetteville) was mine. I tossed him back before I got a picture, but it was nice fish, about this big.

Not long after that came the next fish.

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There’s something rather surreal about looking at smoke on the water, really just steam, rising up from the surface, with a cold winter sun burning through the mist, and the smoke stack in the background, plus a strong north wind, making it rather more choppy than usual. But fun, nonetheless.

There was something almost spooky, perhaps a little eerie, looking out from under a ball cap, brow sweating, a freezing wind billowing down, and that steam rising up off the water. With concentration and a rather narrow field of vision, I wasn’t sure where I was.

It’s also all about the total experience. Instead of turning left, we took a right and towed the boat into Fayetteville, “BBQ in Smithville, or just grab a bite here?”

“Here” turned out to be Orsak’s Café, on the square. Not like there’s much of a town, either, but it was nice. The blue plate, or chalkboard, special was “Pork Chops, Sweet Potatoes, Black-Eyed Peas & Dessert (Large $4.50, small $4.00).”

Deal of the day. Priced right, tasted fine, and I’m not sure, but I think the mashed sweet potatoes had some onion in them. Not much, but not what I’d expect. Made it even better.

It’s all about the total experience, remember? Caught a couple of fish. Smoke on the water. Fine dining in a little café in a small town in Texas.

Of course, watching the other diners? My buddy kept suggesting lyrics from Charlie Daniels’ “Uneasy Rider.”

Me? I was enthralled by the bulletin board. Deer tracking services, hunting dogs, fence repair, a bearded lizard (iguana?) for sale, whole stories on that one little board, life’s ebb and flow in a small town that was bypassed by the interstate and big highways.

“Watch him folks because he’s a fairly dangerous man…”

About the author: 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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