How lucky can one man be? All my life situations have arisen where a tragedy was avoided through pure luck or by being in the right place at the right time.
Oh how I long to be on one of Kerr Lakes sandy beaches watching eagles soar and swimming in the cool water. Instead I’m in a conference room doing several things at once — sending emails to work associates in Central America to help address some computer problems we’re having there, listening to a conference call where a person in Sri Lanka is describing computer software that we’ll be implementing in Hong Kong, eating my lunch, writing a column for my hometown newspaper, and daydreaming about last weekend and the one coming up.
Last week we saw some really neat things while boating on Kerr Lake. On Thursday while it was scalding hot, an osprey swooped down and picked up something off the water right in front of me. It’s not unusual to see one dive and pick up a small fish, but this time the bird had what looked like a hunk moss in its claws as it flew overhead. I guessed that this was being taken back to the nest in order to cool off the babies, but that is only my guess. If it was, then that was one smart bird to have taken some moss, dropped it in the lake to soak up water, and then pick up the soaked moss to place in its nest. We’ll never know, but that’s what I saw.
I’m no millionaire, but I did spend most of last Friday on Gilligan’s Island with my wife Susan.
“Made in the shade." That term came to mind last weekend as I sat under a beach umbrella on Emerald Isle with Susan and our grandson John II, eating watermelon,
Robert Barrett from Youngsville won the BFL Piedmont division tournament on High Rock Lake last Saturday, weighing in five bass that averaged almost 4 pounds each for a total of 19 pounds 5 ounces.
Well it happened again. After a decent practice, I failed to bring home the bacon (although I did hand out a lot of Carolina Country Snacks pork skins samples) in last week’s FLW Rayovac tournament on the James River in Virginia.
Last week I took Friday off so that I could have a four-day break from work since Monday was the Memorial Day holiday. A friend from Vermont, Curt Tindall, was passing through the area on his way to Florida to do some tarpon fishing. He and I spent Friday on the Chickahominy River near Williamsburg Virginia, scouting for fishing spots that I can return to next week to win some big money in the FLW Rayovac season opener tournament there.
Susan and I had as fine a time as we’ve ever had babysitting our 7-month-old granddaughter Ruth Anne Shifflette while our daughter Laura and her husband Eddie attended an out of town wedding last weekend.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. That’s what tournament bass fishing is all about.