Closet Extremist

Nemesis report.

That Damn Wiley fish! Only one of the cussed things was caught today, and that was by my Dad, even before we left the dock. All morning long, it looked like it was going to rain. Very overcast and windy. After lunch I could stand it no longer, and we broke out the fishing boat.

Up the lake we go to oine of our favorite fishing spots, and we proceed to wet some lines. A nibble here, and a nibble there, but not much going on. Finally I get my hook into a fish, and get him out of the water, but there's a problem. It's a bass, not a crappie. Ah well, fun to catch anyway, so we keep going. Dad wound up catching a couple more before we decided to head back to the houseboat to avoid some rain that was on the way in.

All my life, my Dad has had an uncanny ability to read the weather. I don't know if he can feel it, or he is just able to read something in the clouds. He was always the one to have us pull our motorcycles over so we could don our raingear. The people who didn't feel like suiting up most often regretted it. He did it again today, as we had just pulled the boat into a covered slip before the rain really began to come down.

After the rain blew through, the skies began to break up, and after about three o'clock this afternoon, it became one of the most beautiful of day's. It would have been perfect if only the crappie were biting. It doesn't really matter though, it was a great day spent with the family.