Of course, if the clouds should choose to rain or the wind choose to pick up, I wouldn't mind at all just doing this:
That is, afterall, the beauty of a lake house.
Friday, July 06, 2007
and in related news...
Perhabs in an attempt to remind myself that I like to eat meat (I do... I really do...), I'm heading down to the lake this weekend to catch some of these:
That is, afterall, the beauty of a lake house.
That is, afterall, the beauty of a lake house.
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You know in NE rural AR, those fish are called "krah-py" & the ponds are "bar-pits". I had the darndest time in college trying to figure out what my Bostonian friends meant by fishing for crappie.
actually, that is a brim. apparently the crappie aren't biting right now "where we fish", though "we" aren't opposed to crappie... or bass... or catfish... (just call me the great american fisherwoman!)
well i'd be happy to catch any kind bigger than my fist, which happens to be just about the limit of my fisherwoman abilities. somehow i still quite enjoy it.
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