We were in the best possible place Sunday evening to watch the sun set, in a boat fishing.

July 30, 2018 - Monday morning

52 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

It'll be a quick one this morning so the fingers need to fly over the keys. That's okay, Sunday was fairly quiet anyway.

I began the day picking blueberries.

With the near perfect conditions we've had this summer, the berries are large and tasty. I picked a gallon yesterday to put in the freezer so we can enjoy them this winter.

Most of the day was spent in the shop where I'm making a mouse and cheese. Uh huh. Sometimes it's fun to make nonsensical fun little things. Hopefully, I'll finish today and have a picture or two tomorrow.

I heard someone pull into the drive. It was Sarah and Curtis dropping in for a visit.

We had a good gab session and caught up on life before they left to go back to Caspian. 

Sargie was home early last night and after a quick change, it was off to the lake. The Crappie Queen began by immediately catching two bass within the first five minutes.

She decided to give me a turn last night and I caught several nice bluegills. Together, we put enough in the basket to make a future fish fry. Something large hit my lure, but I never had a chance to see what it was. The monster snapped my line.

Sargie tried out the "nunnels," noodles I'd earlier fitted on the gunnels of the boat so her delicate feet wouldn't get bruised while braced and pulling in a big fish.

When the temperature permits, she prefers to fish barefooted, no doubt so she can better "feel" the water to catch more and bigger lunkers. I think that's her secret to success.

Though the conditions were good, a lone cloud came overhead and dropped just enough rain to makes us miserable. 

Darkness came and it was time to head home. I cleaned fish while Sargie got ready for a new week of work.

She opens today. The weather's to be nice and maybe, just maybe, I'll sneak back out onto the lake and practice in an effort to keep up with the Crappie Queen. I'm feeling a lot of pressure to keep up with my fishing partner and it's said that practice makes perfect.

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

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...