Monday, September 12, 2011
They Grow Each Time You Tell The Story
Hey, this guy is making sounds at me.
I woke up seeing a bit of light lighting up my tent as the sun edged up over a ridge.I wasn't sure of the time, but fishing is best at first light, and this was a sign to wake a friend who was going to join me. The weather being a lot cooler had produced a light fog all around the campground and out across the lake, lifting up in gentle swirls. I quickly showered and dressed and took my dog alarm back over to the tent, letting her in with the command of ,"kiss, kiss, kiss." This is a sure way to wake up someone, especially if they don't like dogs to lick them. "I heard you," muttered a sleepy friend. " Maybe you want to go ahead and I will catch up," said the sleepy camper rolling over and hiding under covers from an impulsive dog. That would not happen and I kept giving the kiss command until they were up and out of the tent. Lily had worked her charm and we headed off to a favorite spot on the lake. I had pastries, fruit and juice to get the blood moving and offered some extra clothing to stay warm. I had wished I hadn't taken some lightweight gloves out of my car in June, it was time to put them back in for mornings like this. My first cast brought in a nice catfish, but my friend just sat shivering. I baited her pole and she cast out, bringing in another catfish, perhaps bigger than mine. That got the energy going and a day of fishing began. Walking up to grab some more worms, I fixed a monster sandwich and brought it down to share, Little dogs sat up begging, it was going to be a three way share she felt. When we used all the bait we washed up in the lake and headed into town to get more pastries for the later part of the day.We had a picture of each good sized fish and stories to share. A tiny dog curled up on my lap, happy to be back in the warm, and content to be part of the fun.