the Walnut Diary

7:15.  Mom’s birthday dinner’s over; Charlie’s back at work on his car;  Roz is buried in a book, studying for her big exam;  Mom and Bet are washing dishes.  I am sleepy after a day of mowing.  Solution?  Go fishing.

Up I went to the boat at its dock in Newboro to wet a line.  A quarter mile out I found some likely pads and caught a bass on my first cast.  Oops.  Isn’t that supposed to be a jinx?

Then I caught four more in short order, two over three pounds, the others around two.  I stopped at five because it was starting to rain a bit and I had run out of the weeds with easy fishing.  Of six patches, five had fish.

This was too easy.  I let them all go and  drove home, chuckling.  I’ll keep some fish that I have earned.  It was 7:55 when I walked into the house.  The kids and Bet were amused by my account of this bravura  performance.

It doesn’t get a whole lot better than this, when one can complete a fishing trip in forty minutes, front door and return,  and with excellent results.  I think we’re going to like it here.