03-20-2005, 04:23 AM
You may apreciate my day this March 19 of 05.
It began waking to the rise of the sun, I fumbled and stumbled to dawn upon my winter wear and find my Ice rods and bucket. steped out in to the first days light expecting to see the forcasted weather predictions of snow rain and a coat of ice. It was as the day before.
I climed up on my quad and rode a mile across the lake to the opening of a canal where I parked at the mouth. as I entered the canal on foot a possum was cleaning the bits of carin left behind by yesterdays anglers. as I entered further a racoon crossed my path, and thee deer walked out upon the ice where I would stake clame a hole from which I would catch my gills of the day.
I opened my hole upon arival and had just caught my first Gill of the day when the signifier first sign of spring the loon of the lake arived and sat upon a large limb and watched over me for an hour as I fish, I offered him my first gill and tossed it upon the ice beneith him and he looked but did not want it. I continued to fish and 20 minutes later another loon flew just feet away from me then across the lake he went. The first loon sat and continued to watch over me and groom himself.
Minutes later three wood ducks arived passing over head by meer feet seeking open water. and after that a squril chooses to show him self as he gathered not yet bursting buds from the undergroth. The cardinal who sang of winter has begun to sing his song of spring as the Canadian geese fly high over head in their migritory path swooping and swerling as the flock breaks in to family units departing on to the lakes from which the they first departed.
Oddly enuff I did find time to catch a limit of gills with all this camotion going on.[cool]
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It began waking to the rise of the sun, I fumbled and stumbled to dawn upon my winter wear and find my Ice rods and bucket. steped out in to the first days light expecting to see the forcasted weather predictions of snow rain and a coat of ice. It was as the day before.
I climed up on my quad and rode a mile across the lake to the opening of a canal where I parked at the mouth. as I entered the canal on foot a possum was cleaning the bits of carin left behind by yesterdays anglers. as I entered further a racoon crossed my path, and thee deer walked out upon the ice where I would stake clame a hole from which I would catch my gills of the day.
I opened my hole upon arival and had just caught my first Gill of the day when the signifier first sign of spring the loon of the lake arived and sat upon a large limb and watched over me for an hour as I fish, I offered him my first gill and tossed it upon the ice beneith him and he looked but did not want it. I continued to fish and 20 minutes later another loon flew just feet away from me then across the lake he went. The first loon sat and continued to watch over me and groom himself.
Minutes later three wood ducks arived passing over head by meer feet seeking open water. and after that a squril chooses to show him self as he gathered not yet bursting buds from the undergroth. The cardinal who sang of winter has begun to sing his song of spring as the Canadian geese fly high over head in their migritory path swooping and swerling as the flock breaks in to family units departing on to the lakes from which the they first departed.
Oddly enuff I did find time to catch a limit of gills with all this camotion going on.[cool]
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