The morning started great, flat and calm. But around 10 am the 15 mph winds pushed in a little rain. The weather really didn't hurt the fishing. I did that all by myself. It was one of those days where I hooked every cypress knee in the water. It's amazing I caught any fish at all considering all the time I wasted slipping on sinkers, only to have them slide back off and fall through a scupper hole...another valuable use for scupper holes. I figure I left enough tungsten in the lake to hold a body down for a few years. Nothing special about the fishing, caught a few but they all looked the same.
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You'd think after all the practice I got, I'd learned how to push string through a hole...but nope! After school my youngest asked me to make her a candy bracelet. Simple task of threading string through a hole. 10 minutes later, go to make a knot and watch 30 pieces of candy fall to the floor. I gave up...told her sorry, and asked her if she wanted a piece of chocolate. It wasn't the day for pushing string through holes or making candy bracelets.
Good thing I was coaching softball later in the afternoon. Got to take out my frustration by throwing hard ground balls to little girls and then screaming at them for getting out of the way. Still avoiding the candy bracelet...