Hi and welcome to the blog! First, I wanted to say thank you to the many members of the military: those at rest, living veterans, and those currently serving. We have seen how freedom came with sacrifice and it will endure with our continued diligence and patriotism. Through these strange times, the United States remains an amazing place in which to live and thrive! (Okay, “Live long and prosper”)
Even so, a lot of us have been stressed lately. I’ve had occasional feelings of despair, too. The constant barrage of mask and virus related commercials, frequent Covid-19 updates on the radio, snarky people on both sides of the mask/ social distancing debate, the frequent Facebook trolls, etc. can all wear you down. Add in some work fatigue and I was ready to say “screw it” and just write off a beautiful couple of days off and mope at home. Almost.
On Sunday the weather was perfect for 🐟 🐟 🐟 fishing however there was little desire. But then something just clicked. A person has to forge ahead during tough times or one risks reinforcing his or her own unhappiness…if that makes any sense. We Midwesterners are pretty tough folks. I decided to fish, even if I didn’t feel like it… but at least there was a quiet and beautiful place to go.
A few weeks back I ran into a friend who let me visit his pond two summers ago. The elderly farmer said to come and take home some fish. It was the perfect time; right now the bluegills are spawning. To me, they are the best tasting fresh water fish of all.
After pulling into the parking area for the pond, a tasty was enjoyed. The fast food place where I work has delicious slushies. Add in a shot of tequila and oh… What a treat! It was refreshing since the humidity was high and the temperature felt quite summer-like.
Reality sunk in after a bit following that blue raspberry Margarita. The bugs were ferocious with gnats swarming. The fishing action stopped for a time after I’d caught this chubby bluegill in the photo above. As the sun went down one could see clouds on the horizon – nature’s luminaries – lit up by the distant flickers of lightning. Grandma called it “heat lightning” although there really is no such thing. As the sun went down, the bluegill action heated up and several more beauties went on the stringer.
The redneck fish bucket got a workout on Sunday night. Though I only had four fish, they will make one very large meal with leftovers. It was an enjoyable outing. And to think the time was almost spent at home.
Monday was a day off from work and almost a carbon copy of Sunday. A text arrived at 6:30 AM asking if I could work. While stopping in for breakfast, I advised the manager in charge that I was suffering from “Acquired Icthyo-Deficiency Syndrome”. The young manager fell for the prank asked if it meant I needed to bring a doctor’s note before working. I explained with an S.E.G. (shi* eating grin) that the fancy language means a “shortage of fish” ’cause I only got 4 last night….and had to go back out today. Time off is time off… If you give it up, it’s gone forever. 🙂
Monday evening was spent back at the pond. We had storms roll through and that’s when the rainbow picture was taken. Two more large bluegills and a really nice largemouth bass saw the fish cleaning bucket a few minutes ago. Memorial Day was social distancing at its finest.
It’s hard to say when camping will happen next. There were all kids of people at the parks this weekend and I wanted to stay under the radar. Hopefully one of these days it will be possible to spend a night away. But for now, life is very good. Thanks for visiting!
Happy and safe camping to all the camping pals!
Brad and Jenny and Duke
Jones County, Iowa
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