Fishing was slow for Curt Tindall, my friend from Vermont and tournament partner last weekend, and I in Brandon Gray's Bass Team Tournament Trail Tournament.
“Playin’ possum” is an adaptation animals display to evade and escape danger.
Well I didn’t catch the 11-pounder I was looking for last weekend at Shearon Harris Lake. Fishing was slow there for me on Sunday, but after catching no fish at all on Kerr Lake Saturday, I was happy to land the one small keeper I did bring in.
Well the cold and snow kept me at home for yet another weekend, but those days are over for now.
Not to alarm anyone about the impact of the recent coal ash spill into the Dan River, which feeds directly into Kerr Lake, but I do want to report on the changing tone in recent reports.
Lord, I pray we haven’t ruined our lake.
With snow heavy on our minds — and streets and trees — I thought I would write about this lovely form of precipitation.
If you competed in last weekend’s sixth annual Ice Bowl catfish tournament on Kerr Lake, my hats are off to you.
After killing the squirrel that ran out of the first nest I shook last weekend it was looking like I might be able to get a few more. Then I spent four hours and walked a few miles without so much as a glimpse of another one.
I have a lot going on already despite planning to slow down a little this year so I can focus on fewer but larger tournaments and to try not to overload myself with commitments.