Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family's mixed Lab.
A thin ground fog formed briefly this morning as the cold air hit the saturated lawns and fields. It was cold enough that pockets of frost formed on the outskirts of town.
So I remembered to watch my step crossing on the bridge over the neckdown between the two old clay pits. On many mornings like this on the edge of freezing, I have nearly taken a spill.
And it reminded me of a fishing friend/teacher with a smartass bent. You know who you are Pete. While relaying a muskie story yesterday, he made a crack that maybe my crankiness was related to not getting a muskie over the weekend or that I hit my head on the bridge.
Hey, thanks reading Stray Casts and Ramble with Storm closely.
It made me remember I have a number of smartass friends. In fact I seem to value them unduly.
I saw on Facebook yesterday that one reposted a thing making its rounds to stop hating smartasses. You know who you are Ken. Oh, I know the feeling.
On Friday, I remembered a couple underemployed carpenters who like to make cracks about the worthiness of my deer stand. You know who you are Jeff and Todd.
Well, I had the kids out checking on it Friday. The stand is fairly stable. But I really should have had the carpenters give me a hand with sprucing it up some.
All the same, the kids enjoyed climbing in and out of the stand on their day off for Veteran's Day.
This morning, as the meathead and I came back into town, the fog lifted as the sun rose.