I've been trying to track down my River buddy Leo. We discussed doing a story about fishing and whatnot back in early spring. He was all for it, but even though he's been retired for 20 years, he's a busy man. He cuts the grass of all the widow-women at his church, and he fishes every chance he gets. He ain't got to time for no stinkin' story, there's fishin' to do. I get it.
I haven't stopped by the Sipsey Forks all week because I've been busy but I had some time today. On the way down there I leaned close to the steering wheel to get a better view of the sky through my windshield. It was in the mid-90s but the clouds were stunning.
When I got to the Forks, there was not a car on the lot. Apparently, the old guys bailed to spend more time in front of the AC.
I pull up close to the end of the parking lot to take advantage of a narrow strip of shade. Stepping out of the Truck, I saw two water bottles someone had thrown on the ground. I knew the regulars would pick them up in the morning, but I decided to grab them and toss them in the back of my truck. I'm recycling plastic now, so I'd put them in my bag.
When I stepped closer to the water, I saw three mallards sitting on the bank watching the river flow. They must have become regulars because they barely gave me a glance.
Stepping back to the truck, I fetched my camera and snapped off a few frames.
I thought to myself, even though I didn't catch Leo, the stop wasn't wasted.
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I haven't stopped by the Sipsey Forks all week because I've been busy but I had some time today. On the way down there I leaned close to the steering wheel to get a better view of the sky through my windshield. It was in the mid-90s but the clouds were stunning.
When I got to the Forks, there was not a car on the lot. Apparently, the old guys bailed to spend more time in front of the AC.
I pull up close to the end of the parking lot to take advantage of a narrow strip of shade. Stepping out of the Truck, I saw two water bottles someone had thrown on the ground. I knew the regulars would pick them up in the morning, but I decided to grab them and toss them in the back of my truck. I'm recycling plastic now, so I'd put them in my bag.
When I stepped closer to the water, I saw three mallards sitting on the bank watching the river flow. They must have become regulars because they barely gave me a glance.
Stepping back to the truck, I fetched my camera and snapped off a few frames.
I thought to myself, even though I didn't catch Leo, the stop wasn't wasted.
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