First, read the Scorpio Scope (right at the top) from the other week. Fog, supposed to be a metaphor.
Then, fishing, the other morning? While it was, strictly speaking, past first light, it was dark because the clouds ran into the ground.
Fish in profile and full frontal. The skinny? C-Rig trick worm off the grass line. That was about it for the day. Sun burned the clouds off and it was bright, sunny, warm, balmy, I mean a typical day in Central Texas. Typical November day, I was wearing shorts by noon.
My attire did evoke some mockery. No that it was undeserved, either, but sportswear and pearl snap shirt? And the hat? CBP? Looks like I’m a Fed. Federales. Customs and Border Patrol. For real. Or, for reel.
Unrelated:
This is NOT a photo-op.
Yeah, tell that to the fish.
Since we’re commenting on attire and appearance, noticed the rings in your ear and the ring on your finger. Do you have bells on your toes, too? Or do you live like a monk….
I so loathe it when I can’t find the right answer. It was in a ‘scope I wrote.
There it is: Libra.
I’ve worn a ring on the left ring finger for years for exactly the same purpose. When my friend Jim and I go somewhere, like out for lunch, he waits for some appropriate straight line to say something like, “Hey, you’re my ex [he’s not]. My turn to wear the ring today.” Keep ’em guessing, I always say.