OK, this time I will use Google maps instead of that new GPS. That darned thing took me on a 40 mile road trip and told me I had arrived. It was the middle of nowhere. I figure I was 1/2 mile as the crow flies but had to drive about 60 miles back through Paris to get there.
It's not about the fish. It's about the pond. Take care of the pond and the fish will be fine. PB subscriber since before it was in color.
Without a sense of urgency, Nothing ever gets done.
Boy, if I say "sic em", you'd better look for something to bite. Sam Shelley Rancher and Farmer Muleshoe Texas 1892-1985 RIP
