Once again, Jambo put on a fishing clinic Saturday afternoon

July 21, 2019 - Sunday morning

55 degrees/sunny/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Chief and I just returned from being outside where he had to tour the nearby woods for just the right potty spot. 

Brutus did the same. Sniff sniff, walk a few feet, sniff, walk, pause, sniff, walk, walk, then FINALLY...

I'm glad our porcelain throne is firmly attached to the bathroom floor. I'd hate to have to spend twenty minutes finding just the right place. 

Saturday began in the bottom of the pond. The muck was almost completely gone before the rain began again.

Three tenths of an inch fell yesterday during a long, nice, easy, shower. There's water back in the bottom of the pond, but since there's hardpan underneath, it'll be easy to scoop out or will simply evaporate.

I visited with Jambo for a while. He's come up with the perfect preventative idea to keep his resident bluebird from pooping all over the outside rearview mirror of his SUV.

It seems to be working, although I was a bit hesitant to leave my four-wheeler sitting in the yard while we visited inside. The last time I was up there, the bird potty'd all over one of the handle grips. 

The rain was falling and the shop seemed to be the logical place to spend the day. Chief is the perfect shop dog, happy to keep me company and listen to what I have to say.

The pup is also a tough taskmaster. Once I sit down to look at what I've just completed, he's happy to give me his thoughts and ideas.



His big ol' head is never far away.

The phone rang. It was Jambo.

"Wanna go fishing?"

It took me about two seconds to reply.

"Sure, why not?"

"When?" he asked.

"How about right now?"

I hooked up the boat, gathered the fishing gear, drove up Jambo's drive to pick him up, and away we went.

Fishing was good on Saturday. The rain quit shortly after we got on the lake, a breeze came up, and the fish began hitting.

We were fishing for crappies, but we also caught a few nice bluegills and I landed this beautiful smallmouth bass.

I don't want to sound like a crusty, old, man who delights in throwing rocks at the tourists that invade our lake, but it is nice to have the Fourth of July water and jet skiers return back to where ever they come from. They, along with the hoards of others, come north to escape the summer heat and take over the area lakes. Many tend to think that because they are on vacation, they own the lakes and have manners, or lack of them, to match. 

Other than a local fisherman, the lake was quiet on Saturday afternoon.

One of Jambo's many largemouth bass he caught

One heart stopping moment from yesterday... Jambo was reeling in a small fish when one of the largest pikes I've seen in years swam up and grabbed it. 

The fight was on! Since the hook was in the smaller fish's mouth, all Mike could do was hang onto his pole and enjoy the fight. There was no chance of landing the giant pike, but the tussle did provide us with several minutes of excitement. 

The afternoon wore into evening and the sun was getting low in the sky. I wanted to get home and clean the basket full of fish before dark and finished just before Sargie pulled in the drive a bit after 9. 

A few of the nicer ones

Sargie works from noon to five today. I'm heading to the garden to begin weeding. Everything looks good, including the weeds. After, I'll work on the pond. Right now, I'm hoping to gather enough people next Friday afternoon and evening that we might get the liner installed. If anyone wants to volunteer, feel free to drop in. Whether it happens depends on availability of man power and of course the weather.

Saturday's shop project, a little nonsensical thing.
I was just playing with the shadow art concept.

Time to head outside and begin the day.

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



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