Days like Friday are few and far between this time of the year. I took advantage of the nice weather to put meat on the table. 

October 25, 2014 - Saturday

48 degrees/clear/windy

Pentoga Road

And that's exactly what I did on Friday. I went fishing. After riding with Sargie to Iron Mountain to pick up the Blazer, upon arriving home, I hooked up the trailer and took off for one of my favorite lakes.

To say it was perfect wouldn't fully describe the day. There was little to no breeze and the temperature climbed into the low 60's by mid-afternoon.

This turtle even climbed out onto a log to enjoy the sunshine

And to make matters even better, the fish were hitting. In fact, it never dawned on me until later to count how many were in the basket. When I did, I had to quit. I'd caught my limit of twenty-five.

I put my mind in neutral and trolled all over the lake, a pond really. I thought of Dad several times. This would have been his kind of fishing. He wasn't a trophy angler and was often heard to say, "Who cares if we catch anything? It's just a good day to be outside on the water." Another of his sayings when fishing was poor went something like, "Who cares? It's just a good day to be alive."

Dad liked smaller lakes where others seldom fished and seemed to always enjoy his surroundings while trying to meat on the table. In fact, he preferred farm ponds to lakes and that's where I spent most of my formative angling years... fishing in local farm ponds.

Dad was a good fisherman and seemed to delight in each and every fish he put in a basket or on the stringer.

So I spent most of yesterday with Dad, if not physically, then mentally, and we had a fine day together.

I arrived home towards late afternoon and by the time the fish were cleaned, I knew Sargie would be arriving and it was time to think of supper. I dug potatoes from the garden and took some brats out of the freezer. Last night's supper contained a food group or two, mostly fat. Fried taters and brats. Mmm. Perfect after a day on the water.

Sargie and I had a nice evening together. We watched television and did a lot of gabbing.

She works early today. I'm going to walk my five miles then work outside. I see rain and the possibility of snow with a high of forty is forecast for a day or two next week. I'm going to make hay while the sun shines. It won't be around much longer.

Meanwhile, it's time for coffee and to listen to the news. After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...