Stopped at a Dupage Forest Preserve lake on the way to the office Tuesday AM. My trips out there are dwindling down with the days. I'm retiring at the end of the month.
Took a walk to appreciate the fog. I've caught a number of nice bass in that lake over the years. The best one was probably over 3 lbs. Caught it on 4lb line & a rebel frog.
The fog was condensing on the trees so it seemed like it was drizzling in the woods while it was relatively dry on the trail around the lake.
It took me back to the Spring of 1974. My younger brother & I backpacked from Cades Cove to Deep Creek in the Great Smokies. We spent one night at Spence Field on the main crest. After stashing our gear we scrambled up to Rocky Top ("Good ole Rocky Top, Rocky Top Tennessee") to count the clouds that were scraping their bellies on Clingman's Dome. As perfect a day as there ever was.
The next morning a fog had come in and we made our way through it down into Hazel Creek. That evening we had our first and thank god, only encounter with an angry wild boar. I'm not sure if I've ever been so scarred. 300 lbs of black, tusked fury. Still wonder how we managed to not wind up as pig slop.
Our nation is headed into foggy days. I hope we have the same luck I did on that day in 1974.
Took a walk to appreciate the fog. I've caught a number of nice bass in that lake over the years. The best one was probably over 3 lbs. Caught it on 4lb line & a rebel frog.
The fog was condensing on the trees so it seemed like it was drizzling in the woods while it was relatively dry on the trail around the lake.
It took me back to the Spring of 1974. My younger brother & I backpacked from Cades Cove to Deep Creek in the Great Smokies. We spent one night at Spence Field on the main crest. After stashing our gear we scrambled up to Rocky Top ("Good ole Rocky Top, Rocky Top Tennessee") to count the clouds that were scraping their bellies on Clingman's Dome. As perfect a day as there ever was.
The next morning a fog had come in and we made our way through it down into Hazel Creek. That evening we had our first and thank god, only encounter with an angry wild boar. I'm not sure if I've ever been so scarred. 300 lbs of black, tusked fury. Still wonder how we managed to not wind up as pig slop.
Our nation is headed into foggy days. I hope we have the same luck I did on that day in 1974.