I almost forgot to mention that Birddog and I fished on Friday like the good Catholic boys we ain't.
We hit the pit we call the "Y" on the almost eighth anniversary of the day I caught Matilda, the 10.2 pounder. No Matilda that day though. Just ten water moccasins that kept our heads on a swivel all day. The owner has sold off some land and the new owner did some dozer work right on the edge of the upper end of the pit and must have disturbed a passel, or is that passle, of genuine float on top, stinky ass water moccasins that swam around us all damn day. And neither of us with no gun. We vowed to go back with a 410 and do some damage some time this summer, us being the can't abide snakes individuals we are.
And oh yeah, we caught a passel of bass too. Or is that passle? Got sunburnt. Blew the walleye whistle a few times, and it was a gorgeous day.
BKB