Something's holding the deers' attention. Taken by the trail cam Sunday evening.

June 16, 2015 - Tuesday morning

46 degrees/clear/calm

Pentoga Road

I was up and out of the house by 5:30 Monday morning, driving to a lake an hour north of here to meet Neighbor Mike and go fishing.

Even with two delays for road construction, I made our rendezvous with time to spare. Since I usually don't drive that far or very fast, I wanted to be safe rather than sorry.

The day began bright and sunny. 

Mike's stringing his fly rod in anticipation of a successful outing.

Fishing was so-so. What we caught was good-sized and in the end, there were plenty of fish to go 'round. Using a fly rod, Mike caught the majority of the bluegills. 

I caught a couple on light spinning tackle and Sargie's favorite, a nice-sized bass that weighed 3 to 4 lbs. 

The rain began at midmorning and by the time we got back to the boat launch, it was thundering and lightening. Mike said he'll be down to his camp on Thursday and after saying our goodbyes, he headed north, I turned to the south. 

Between the rain and construction, it was a long trip home, but I had no problems. The fish were cleaned in the barn and the rest of the day spent inside, grading papers.  

I was shocked to see that we received .8 on an inch of rain yesterday. For a year that began so dry and dusty, it's certainly turned into an Eden of greenery. As much as I hate to say it, we could stand a few days of dry and sunny weather. I hope I don't pay for that statement later this summer.

Bambi is growing and doing well despite a woods full of coyote, bears, and wolves.

Last night was a quiet one and we were in bed early. 

Sargie's back to work early today. Since it is too wet to work in the yard or garden, I think I'll go over to one of my favorite local lakes and try to add some bluegill filets to the freezer. We're hosting a Mighty Milligan fish fry on Labor Day. It's so stressful to have to go fishing and enjoy nature so that I might supply fish for our big fall celebration. Oh well, someone has to do it and I'm willing to step up the plate.

A coyote on his nightly rounds

But then we all know, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

I can relate