Walking Ditches

We drove down to the cities this weekend. It was time for our annual road cleaning. We've got 2 miles of road dedicated to Eric and, along with some great friends, clean it every year. It's not allowed to rain when we pick up trash, and the rain did hold off until the last few minutes of our walk.
So, on behalf of Johnny, Marcy and myself, I want to thank Blase, Kurt, Uwe, Mike, Sue and Tommy for taking the time to pick up trash, and more importantly, not forgetting us.
An old farmer told me a few years ago, "life goes on". I never did like that farmer...

Fishin' With Mikey

Mike is technically my brother-in-law, but more like a brother. About 30 or so years ago, I asked him if he wanted to do some fishing. He's been in the bow of my boat ever since.

We almost exclusively fish crappies. We like constant action, setting the hook and ripping lips. I have no idea how many fish we've boated but that really doesn't matter. We've had a million laughs and have told so many stories that the boys around the campfire roll their eyes when we get started. We don't care...we'll keep telling them forever!

We no longer get up at 5:00am to fish as we have discovered that crappies don't wear wrist watches and seem to bite whenever we are in the boat. Same goes for that late pm bite and fishing for 8 hours at a crack. Maybe that's just age setting in or maybe we're just getting really, really smart.

No matter for as long as we can still push that boat off the trailer, we'll keep fishing together.

Thanks for the memories Mike!!!