I like to spend time on the tracks, looking for railroad artifacts
Its the things that don't move out of the way
That I come back to find the next day
And there once was this Hobo from Hoboken
If he was anything; it wasn't soft spoken
He said the track ain't no place for no kids
He told me move on, so I did
But at night the snakes like to steal
That last bit of heat from the steel
So at dusk I had to return, because this is the way that I learn
Oh look if it ain't Natty Gann, come back to my railroad again
I said, you ain't that funny old man, and yes, I came back cuz I can
And you think I don't know Natty Gann, it just so happens that I'm a big fan
But Hobos don't ride rails no more, because the trains today move too fast
And your little legs, they won't last, you'd just be chasing your past
Hoboken stood up from his chair, and said, I still love the sounds that she makes
The whistle I hear from afar, and the screeching that comes from the brakes
So maybe I had been a bit harsh, because Hoboken was anything but fake
So as we walked I learned the old ways, and he got to learn about snakes
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
In the murky depths I lay, inside my sunken lair
Patiently I wait down here, for my table fare
Your tongue is your worst enemy, but my tongue pays the bills
With open mouth they come to me, without one word it kills
And no one wants to bother me, for my bite exceeds my bark
So under here I am the night, and yes, I own the dark
Maybe down there, but not up here, I wait for sun to fall
And darkness will not cover you, my ears can see it all
If words could kill, then mine would lead, with them I pay the rent
Your picture painted, clear as day, with every word I sent
And though I help control the swarm, the humans run in fright
They do not like the sight of me, and so I am the night
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
This is from a long, ongoing argument between a snapping turtle and a bat. I happen to like both creatures and find them very beautiful and intriguing. Bats eat billions of flying insects every day, and provide food to other animals by way of their guano and sometimes their life. If you really take the time to look at them, they are actually kind of cute. Snapping turtles are beautiful too, and seldom seen. They stay in the mud and water most of the time, but occasionally come out to lay eggs or find another water hole. Their armor is amazing and very prehistoric looking. The turtle I saw from the car and the bat was in the field by the house. I took several shots of the bats but this came out the best for the night.
My daughter gave me a very detailed list of instructions in regards to the care of her caterpillar while she was gone. Most thankfully though, he decided to build his chrysalis before she left. So in the invent that he completed his metamorphosis before she returned, my responsibilities were reduced, to snapping some photos, and a safe release. My wife did not fare so well with her charges. She was responsible for Lily's plants, and therefore the bulk of her tears when she got home to find a dead succulent. Drew had already knocked over Lily's carnivorous plant collection weeks before, and my eldest does not use crocodile tears, so her mom was cut deep. Thankfully, I was responsible for a life that seemed frozen in time. I know that much went on inside the little Chrysalis, since the creature that went in bared little resemblance to the one that came out. Babysitting is so much easier when the child decides to sleep the whole time. I picked the girls up Saturday, and by the time I got home from work on Sunday, Lily was showing me pictures of her butterfly. Piece of cake.
Oh my, another eagle, he's not as noble as you think
I know he's really watching me, as he pretends to drink
And so I leave this lake and head to yonder stream
Where I spy a trout, beneath the surface gleam
I circle once, and fold my wings, like Icarus I fall
But unlike him, I'm meant for this, the water is my call
And so with depth and light refraction already calculated
I thrust my talons through the water, till the fish is situated
With flapping wings, I lift my prize and check for friendly skies
And staying low, with stealth I fly, back to young Osprey cries
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
Best week of their lives, but a long week for me and their mother. We missed our little dorks, and as much as they fight and bicker with each other, the silence is unbearable when they're gone. Plus, I had no one to go outside and play with me. So girls, what was your favorite part about the week?
CG- Good answer
CG- It looks like a lot of fun, but I've only tried it once and did not do well. What kind of fish did you catch?
Drew- Bonnet heads and sharp nose sharks.
Scale-lily- Lizard fish, 6 catfish, 2 Bonnet heads and 1 Black tip.
CG- I couldn't be more proud. Here are some pictures Lily took.
Black Drum can get quite large, and will take a variety of baits. I rarely catch them on artificial lures, but occasionally on a slow moving jig. If you look at his mouth, it's turned downward and so most of the time my bust luck has been with a bottom rigged bait. A shrimp, half a Blue Crab or even clam will work, but the problem with shrimp and clams is that they both attract pinfish and puffers, who are brilliant bait thieves.
Spadefish are beautiful and quite tasty. I usually find them in schools around structure, and am usually targeting Sheepshead when I accidentally and quite pleasantly draw this card. Shrimp, fiddlers and even sand fleas work well.
We usually go after these in the surf and they are quite plentiful here in Florida. Whiting make some of my favorite table fare. It's a mild enough fish that it cooks just as well broiled as fried. They will take shrimp, sand fleas and I have taken some off squid and jigs. The sand fleas are also great bait for another one of my favorite eating fish that we take from the surf, the Pompano.
I loves me a Sheepshead sandwich, and there is art to catching them. My Great grandmother targeted these, and the way it was passed down to me was simple. Use a small, strong wire hook, weight the line down and keep the rod in your hands. You want to stay in contact with the fish and take smooth jerks up on the bite. You are not setting a hook through a plastic bait so don't rip it like you're on tour. The bite can be quite subtle and I do prefer thin wire, but I have had some of the larger Sheepshead straighten my hook into a micro harpoon. Shrimp and fiddlers, or any of the crab species wandering on the docks and the rocks work great. I have also used the flats worms with good results.
I love to watch stingrays fly through the water, but no matter how many times someone has convinced me to try them as food, I have really not enjoyed it. They are amazing animals though and according to a gentleman I was fishing with, they are the reason he no longer wades. That would be hard for me to give up, but then I haven't been stung by one yet.
Blue Crabs aren't just for breakfast any more, and there were a lot of them in the bay when I picked up the girls yesterday. That said, it inspired me to stop in at Cacciatore and Sons for some deviled crabs. You will be hard pressed to find one more packed or with crabmeat chunks that size.
Glad my babies are home, and great pics
I had to take a trip to Sumter County today, and I on the way back I stopped at one of their newer parks on Shady Brook. It's good to see places like this where you have access to what would normally be seen from a bridge on I75. You would normally be driving by at about 80 miles an hour, but here it is, right at the Lake Panasoffkee exit. That looks like a molly mixed in with the minnows, and possibly a Killifish fish on the left.
Its so hot out here, but I rarely come out this way, so I think I'll check the shade.
A wood pecker in the oak grove near the entry to the park; this was the only shot that came out decent.
The next pictures I feel rather ridiculous about. l tipped over this rock and found a clutch of eggs. There was something moving behind the eggs so I touched it's little blue tail, and this skink ran out. The eggs were larger than I would have expected for this creature, but I think they belong to her.
Now here are the eggs and the ridiculous part. I never noticed there was another creature to the left of the clutch till I was downloading the pictures several minutes ago. What a beautiful little toad! Old "eagle eye" Drew would have seen the toad, and maybe that other strange pattern above him. Lily would have wanted to hatch a few of these eggs.
There was more camo going on here and this turtle was a difficult spot.