One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Went Fishing . . .
It's been so bloody hot out that even fishing didn't sound fun, but it cooled off and dried enough today that Trevor and I decided to give it a try, and left around 6 PM. The heat index on the new thermometer read only 97. The bad news is the fishing sucked. Trevor caught the only fish, this ambitious little striper that hit a big popper. I had one swirl on the Zara Spook nearby
A big dark cloud coming down from the north started spitting lightning bolts, but it appeared to be sliding to the east, so we stayed around a while
The view to the south looked pretty good. Eventually, we started seeing flashes to the east, the direction the storms usually approach from, so we called it.