It's that time for me again.
Left the house with house sitters and now...
When I do things like actually hook one, get it next to the boat, and then realize my net isn't big enough to get over it's huge angry musky head.
Not that I haven't tried to follow the Cubs...
But apparently the Brewers, even though they may be the hottest team in baseball, are still second banana to Green Bay Packers in Wisconsin.
I tried to listen to the Cubs/Brewers game a couple days ago, twisted the dial through all the radio stations, and each one had the Packer pre-season game on instead.
Anyway, here's what it looked like at about 5 something this morning:
Pretty nice, right?
So...I spent hours and hours of fabulous morning quality time not catching a musky!
But I did see a beaver swim by:
That's me whistling - thought I could make it slap it's tail.
And then I saw an eagle.
It landed across the way, but I couldn't find it.
Suddenly it flew out of a tree right next to me and all the alarms in my blood went off because the eagle had no head.
It was like the The Legend of Sleepy Hollow - A HEADLESS HORSE-EAGLE JUST FLEW BY!
I spilled all my coffee.
Maybe it's some horrible omen: the beaver will attack or I'm about to catch some giant musky lure treble hooks in my neck.
Then I realized it was a big old owl.
Everything back to normal, still not catching any musky.
So anyway, that's what I'm doing.
Excuse me for not talking about the latest Cubs loss to the Brewers.
Man, can those guys play.
When I got back from my fishing excursion this morning, there were a couple guys just getting in their boat to go out.
One of them shouts, "Have any luck?"
"Of course not, assholes!" is what I thought.
But instead I said, "No, but it sure is a nice morning! Have a good one!"
Just wait til I nail that musky.