"What is is ain't exactly clear" Great lyrics of "For What It's Worth" by The Buffalo Springfield, written by Stephen Stills. The words seem to hold true for me this spring.
It's been a weird spring. I'd talk about the weather but that's for old folks to discuss.
First, I missed a turkey at 20 yards. I know I posted about that last week and I promise to quit whining about it but, nevertheless, that's not normal.
Then I go to donate blood again and there's no one there to tell me I look like Rod Stewart, Jimmy Buffet or Eleanor Roosevelt. But hey, next donation puts me at 5 gallons and I get my name put on the wall. Just think about all the people running around out there with a little bit of old Dewey flowing through their veins..... Scary. BUT, after telling the girls I'm going fishing over the weekend, and as I'm walking out the door, they give me this nifty free T shirt. Note the word "free". Though the color is a little strange and doesn't match my eyes, what the heck! Did I mention it was free?
So then there's the Sconnie fishing opener. We always start a week earlier than Minnesota so it's normally cold, the water's cold and the fish don't bite. But this year it has been unseasonably warm (old person talking now) and things were looking up a bit. My fishing partner Mike and I actually caught fish this year! Though we didn't set any records, I did send him home with a bunch of panfish fillets. John and Tommy had a tougher time on the lake they fished and only managed one keeper northern. However, since both boats docked at their respective bars for lunch, we were able to compare food, waitresses and the like. Mike and I had the best dogs at our bar. Yes, two of the four legged kind were wandering around while we ate our burger. Only in Wisconsin.
It's just been different this last month. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.....
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