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.
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.