Out go the lights! Unverified at this time:
The news I got from neighbors is that the 100 degree temperatures – across Texas – was creating a surge in demand for AC and that resulted in rolling brown-outs – only – again – unverified – they couldn’t get Austin started after cutting off the juice to the trailer park.
Which means? More time to fish,. I guess. The catfish was caught by a Virgo of British extraction, that heavy accent, fishing talk late into the night. The guy had a pod set-up with three nice carp poles, and the little buzzer did go off at one point, but he couldn’t tell what kind of fish it was, “I think it’s a bass, no, wait, get the net…” (And much hilarity did ensue.)
Catfish in the night. I switched poles and hooked up some chicken liver, but to no avail. However, it was a good evening.
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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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