Lake Scenes

Something of a red-letter experience to report! We headed out to the lake late on steamy Sunday afternoon, with dinner in the cooler. When we arrived, a great blue heron was perched on the dock railing; he (or she) appeared unperturbed by our presence. The heron stretched, preened, and walked about for several hours before flying out to the cypress stumps in mid-lake toward nightfall.

Why no picture? Didn't have the wits to take the camera! Sorry!

Monday morning: up at dawn to go out and fish (it's nice to be retired,)-- well-supplied with crickets and red-worms. I caught a large blue-gill and then a red-ear almost at once. Hubby Dearest, fishing with lures, wasn't getting much action. Presently, though, he switched to live bait and got in on the fun.

It is not very often that I out-fish my husband, but he must have been holding his mouth wrong or something. I just kept pulling in one nice keeper after another, and a wide variety--a hybrid striped bass, some blue-gill, some red-ear, some pan-fish (generally referred to as 'bream'--pronounced 'brim.')

Thanks to cloud cover and a nice breeze, we weren't driven inside before the fishing slowed down close to 9 a.m. It was absolutely my best fishing day ever! I was sorry the heron wasn't around, as I would have shared some of the bream I threw back as too small. We saw quite a few green herons, including one that visited the dock once we were sitting down to a very late breakfast. And now the sun's out, with a prediction of 97 degrees (and heat index of 107.) Luckily, we're back home where there's a pool.