Fished my little heart out, all morning. I had a special lure, a special rig, worked, right in front of my eyes, the day before, right here. But then, 30 miles due east? I could see fish chasing, and few, tentative nibbles, but no, no fish.
Truck panel
(now in the fine print, too)
Scenic shot
(close up)
But it was a mighty fine morning to be out and on the lake, and it was possible to observe the fish. Numerous occasions. I just figure that the fish are onto most of our current bag of tricks, and a new bag is required.
Vincit Qui Primum Gerit:
“You take cash?”
“Only big bills.”
And then, a little later?
“Don’t start with me.”
(It was one of the girls who works at Sandy’s. Thursday Special, some days, it just can’t be beat, the temp was probably near a 100, and it was hot on the patio.)
And the Austin schedule.
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
