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.
In less than one week I went from catching 2 to 4 pound bass on Lake Okeechobee in Florida while wearing sandals, shorts and a T-shirt, to thawing out a frozen water line while wearing insulated coveralls, a toboggan and heavy gloves. If only time could stand still.
Ask a Ranger.
Sitting here this Christmas morning awaiting my grandson and namesake John II awakening to find his delivery from the North Pole, I am reflecting back on a year of continued blessings for the Bowen family.
It was nice to get in a couple of hours of bass fishing on Belews Creek Lake near Stokesdale this week.
I sure am missing bass fishing. It just hasn’t worked out recently for me to do any.
At first it was hard to come up with something to write about in this week’s column, especially since I haven’t been fishing in a couple of weeks.