ok....been about a year without any type of update, and this post won't be much of one either. I just had to share it with ya's. - We are up to ears in building our garage/apartment at the pond project and I just had a lousy day on the job. We are spending Sat-Sun and Saturday was one of those days when I could do nothing right. I was a little bummed. Sunday morning, up with the sun (per usual), coffee, some TV junk and news, and I went out to follow Ewest's instruction: take some time to kick back, absorb, and reflect. So, I'm sitting on the dock, the sun has just come over the trees and the water is illuminated. It hasn't poured rain for a few days, so I have about 3 - 4 feet of clarity. With my cup of coffee in hand, I pull my folding chair up to the edge of the dock and peer down into the water. I can see the rocks and stuff pretty good; the water is about 30" deep where I sit. OK, there's a smaller RES; maybe 5 or 6". Whoa, either that's a YP or a smallie; looks to be about 10" long. Then it happened. A submarine cruised thru, about 12 - 18" deep. It was a SMB that was, conservatively 15" long...and pretty danged fat. I was blown away. When I say 15", that's leaning very conservative. Seriously, it might have been 17" or 18" long. Let's put it this way...I would chamber a round if I dragged it in on a line. - I was blown away. It was a VERY nice gift and helped me forget all about my lousy Saturday.
