Fished my little heart out, all morning. I had a special lure, a special rig, worked, right in front of my eyes, the day before, right here. But then, 30 miles due east? I could see fish chasing, and few, tentative nibbles, but no, no fish.

Truck panel

(now in the fine print, too)

Scenic shot

(close up)

But it was a mighty fine morning to be out and on the lake, and it was possible to observe the fish. Numerous occasions. I just figure that the fish are onto most of our current bag of tricks, and a new bag is required.

Vincit Qui Primum Gerit:

“You take cash?”

“Only big bills.”

And then, a little later?

“Don’t start with me.”

(It was one of the girls who works at Sandy’s. Thursday Special, some days, it just can’t be beat, the temp was probably near a 100, and it was hot on the patio.)

And the Austin schedule.

Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!

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