It’s been a long winter and the river’s still blown out. At least I am cognizant there are others who feel the same way as me.
Guess I’ll fire up the kerosene heater in the garage and work on installing the fishfinder on my aluminum boat. Maybe I’ll go crazy and open up the doors, pull out the lawnchairs, crack a Cow and really creep out the neighbors. Or maybe I’ll just come back inside reeking of kerosene, sit on the couch with my pale family, and flip through the channels looking for fishing shows from places like Belize where there’s fairy-tale blue water and people with sun-kissed skin and white teeth.
