Hambone's feeding the goldfish under the watchful eyes of Grandma Sargie and Macrea

July 10, 2018 - Wednesday morning

66 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I had just come out of the garden and was working in the shop Tuesday morning when the phone rang. It was Macrea saying he and Grady thought they'd come over for a visit.

The pictures tell the story.

There's something about tadpoles, goldfish, and garden ponds that attract a young boy.

We had a wonderful day playing around the pond, taking a ride, eating a Happy Meal, putting together a puzzle, learning to dribble a basketball, and of course, eating ice cream.

The boys left late in the afternoon. With a perfect evening ahead, Sargie and I decided to go fishing.

 I started off hot by catching a nice two pound largemouth bass.

My good luck continued when I landed a nice bluegill, certainly big enough to put in the fish basket.

Finally, my fishing mojo was back. The guide had become the fisherman. Sargie cheered me on as she boosted my delicate angling ego.

We were talking when suddenly her rod bent in half. The girl gritted her teeth, reared back, and set the hook. The fight was on. A few minutes later, my bride landed a five pound largemouth bass, one that made mine look teeny.

 We were kept entertained by watching a family of Canada geese. The little ones were mere hatchlings just a few weeks ago. 

Sargie's rod bent double again. The fish was big enough that it pulled our small boat around the lake. Sargie never gave up.

She fought a valiant battle and finally landed one of the bigger smallmouth bass I've seen in many years. It too weighed in the five pound range.

To rub it in even deeper, the Crappie Queen also landed a nice-sized crappie before coming home.

So much for my fishing mojo. 

We weren't the only wildlife enjoying a beautiful summer evening. These two deer were grazing just down the road.

Sargie opens the Vision Center tomorrow. I'll go for my usual walk then plan to finish the sign. The letters were mounted this morning with several coats of polyurethane applied. All that needs to be done is to attach a hanger on the back and sign the work.



I'm growing sleepy and I can only imagine how tired Sargie is after pulling in all those big fish this evening.

It's time for bed. 

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

That's my lucky turkey feather I'm sporting in the hat.