Sometimes so much said so simply
She smiled and so subtly reduced me
Long lasting fits of her laughter
Rob me of points I was after
My stomach from giggling now strained
I beg her to stop for the pain
But here we go, and she's at it again
Some nights she's an owl wide eyed
Some things she sees, I'm surprised
Its just me and her so we talk
While our gamers run down their own clock
We reminisce about the old days
Or what seems old to her, anyways
When you're young it all seems so far
A great distance from where you now are
And you really have come a long way
But if I blinked, then I missed yesterday
What a lovely young lady you've become
But it hasn't been as long as you're thinking
So I've made better use of our time
And done away with old habits, like blinking
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
The girls got quite a big audience when they started casting net and pulling up shiners. They managed some nice ones, and caught some baby Tilapia in the net too. It's a beautiful city park, but they have huge turtle problem. Every time we put in a shiner they would beeline for it.
Well I don't quite have the patience for this kind of fishing today. The turtles have defeated me, and Drew says she's ready to go home. I think I will walk the lake another day and take only lures. That should take care of the turtle problem. There are also some big carp in here that Lily has her eye on. Maybe next time.
Walk away, water way, it's flowing, float away
Walked up to where they said, this would be the source
Safe they said to drink from here, before it runs it's course
But as I sip I wonder, what is the sources source
Just drink, the old men say to me, let others take that quest
But each one answered differently, so who has answered best
One had a picture in his head, of what he thought to find
When what he found did not conform, he had to change his mind
Another saw but could not see, what would not fit his frame
And so he fell back on his thoughts to make his final claim
Still one more went on tv, and that one most we heard
So for a time I was content, that his was the final word
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
Girls, I ask that you never stop questioning, and know that parent only means guide. There is no man or woman among us, who is the final authority on all things. It is okay to respond that you do not know, but you should never stop looking. Sometimes people shout with confidence that they are dressed in truth and reason, but often you will come to find that the emperor is truly naked. The people following him are silent or afraid. Nevertheless, do not judge anyone as less for what they believe, but tell the truth respectfully. No one made themselves so no one has the right of arrogance, the right to bully, or the right to belittle. The hardest thing will be to find forgiveness and love for those who treat you in such a manner. Tell the truth, and make the truth a simple matter, by doing what is right from the start.
Before you say I'm crazy, I have pictures that will tell
Don't call me chicken little, as I go to ring the bell
The images are frightening, the attacks are all too real
I'm afraid to go outside now, lest I become their meal
And so I beg my mother, don't make me go to school today
Of course she will not listen, and so I'm on my way
I approach the campus listening, to the sound of many birds
The whistling and chirping, I can't quite put in words
But I'm sure that they are plotting, and planning something big
Whatever they are up to; it has to do with twigs
My class mates are oblivious and walk beneath the trees
I stay out in the open, where they can't sneak up on me
I've heard stories of my uncle attacked by ducks and geese
My father bombed by black birds, just walking down the streets
His car was one day covered by Anhingas on the raid
I guess we fished their lake that day, and that's the price we paid
I see it more and more now, from birds of every type
But no one likes my stories, they say its all just hype
- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
What's it going to take for people to wake up?
It started with a little fish like this. Baannaannahhnnaannahhh!
I discovered lures at an early age, and rarely used live bait in freshwater, especially for bass. There was always a cast net at the house though, mostly for catching mullet, menhaden and other salt water bait. It's nice to have kids though, because you get the opportunity to go back to your roots. There's hardly a better live bait than the wild shiner pictured above. Bass, gar, pickerel and host of other freshwater predators like to gobble them up. My daughter noticed them one day and asked why the big minnows wouldn't go into her trap. When I looked in the water I realized they were shiners, and so I told her some stories of the good old days. She was determined to catch some and try them out for bait. I finally threw away the old cast net a few months ago when it tore in half from dry rot. My buddy Matt loves to watch her cast, so he brought her this 4 footer, and she was happy as a fox in a hen house. It took her 3 or 4 cast to get her rythm back but then she was catching fish. Shiners are difficult to catch with a small net, as Matt tells me, probably because they are so use to herons and other attacks from over head. They are typically over deeper water than I would usually have to cast for mullet, and disappear at the first sign of movement.
I taught her how to cast the same way my grandmother and mother taught me. In order to it this way, part of the net goes in your mouth. Drew would like to cast net but is revolted by my method, so I am going to have a friend show me the way he does it, without tasting it.
Even if you are one of those guys who turns a nose to anything non artificial, a cast net is a great opportunity to match the hatch so to speak. I will definitely be looking for lures, that imitate these guys, on my next trip to Bass Pro Shops.
And of course turtles like them too.
Yet she'll kiss the fish directly. I have been studying and observing girls up close for some time now. They may hold the key to convincing me of the existence of alien life forms. I remember when she was afraid to even be close to a fish. You have come a long way baby.
Ok, so its not a hog, but I still get chills whenever I see my line take off. That is the beauty of weedless plastics, not knowing what sort of monster is at the end of the line, and then trying to be patient and not set too early. You wait, praying that he doesn't spit it out. Right at the last second you set, and it is a very wonderful and natural high, to feel something other than weeds, kicking on the end of your line. What's even better? Sharing that feeling with your kids.
The lakes keep on giving, but I still haven't found a bass in here over 3 pounds. I may have to have a friend bring over a boat. There has been no lucky catfish hits from the dock, but I find it really hard to believe that there's no catfish, so I will have to get prehistoric with them at some point. The turtles were ridiculous today, and they killed almost every bit of live bait she through out. I happen to be a big fan of soft shell turtles though, and what they may lack by way of flashy, colorful markings, they make up for with a unique pliable appearance. Their reach back is ridiculous though, so be careful where you place your hands when handling them.
Gratuitous ventral shot for my friend Justin. Is it possible to identify turtles the same way you do snakes? A very strange mask. It looks like a creature with a mouth full of something wearing pajamas.
Please don't bite me.
Well imagine that, going fishing and catching a fish. This Bass was caught on bait Lily gathered in her minnow trap. She has been practicing her lip and release and I was very proud to see her gain control, then open up her Leatherman with the other hand. She removed the hook and sent the bass on his way. Well done. She found the leatherman while looking for frogs one day and it was covered in and filled with nastiness, but I put it in the parts cleaner at work for an hour and wala, hmmm shiny.
Herping in the house. Lily caught and released this gecko back to his pest control duties.
Tuesdays don't have to be boring either.
There is only one Scale Lily, and that's me - Scale Lily
It's moving day, and as I look around, I wonder, where did everybody go?
I see my 11 year old daughter, a whole lot of furniture, and the how I really don't know
"Are you ready? " I ask her. "Let's do it," she replies with a smile
And as we head down the stairs, that one single flight, quickly turns in to a mile
The hand truck is useful, but its killing my back; every step now taunting my age
And as I look at my Lily at the end of the desk, something else has now taken the stage
"Who are you?" I ask, as she lifts up her mattress and it carries it down the stairs on her head
"It's just me," she replies and runs back up stairs, to take down the rest of her bed
She brings me some water and tells me, "sit down and cool off, cuz you look overheated"
I thank her a bunch and pride fills my ears, when she says, "don't worry, we'll beat it"
A few loads then more water, a few more then a breath
One more trip up the stairs, nothing left
The other half of our crew is just now showing up, and Lily is losing her green
My She Hulk is tired and hungry I bet, so mama please get us protein
She borrows strength from a bull and cools off with ice tea, as she readies for one final round
And I can't help but wonder, as she turns green again, who is this girl that I found?
She really stood up and stood out for the day, and it wasn't for candy or cash
But for the love of her fans she calls mom and dad, and cries out to them, "Lily Smash!"
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
I have to say, I am still a little shocked at the way my daughter stood up on moving day. There is nothing inherently fun about lifting boxes and furniture, nor stairs for that matter. My knees and back were killing me, but my daughter kept the mood light and lifted things with me that most grown men complain about. It was a wretchedly hot summers day, much hotter than the fourth of July. It was the 30th for goodness sake. Lily hates chores; it is a fight to get her to clean her room, and when her heart is not in something, she will go so far as to feign narcolepsy. But that day was different and she didn't complain or negotiate. It was my pleasure, after all of this, to share with her my dinner and a movie tickets. Normally you would take your wife, but her and my youngest admitted to laughing about me and Scales getting stuck with the brunt of the work. Even when we got to the new place, it was Lily, who was the first to help me unload. I am very proud; family takes team work and my little girl realized what a lot of grown ups do not. She is learning that is not right to watch others struggle when you could help out, and bear part of that burden. Her contribution was huge that day, and gave me a lot of strength. Thanks Scale Lily, I love you.
She is the more shy and reserved of my children. I have to make her order her own food, and she, like a little Bruce Banner, is more socially withdrawn. It's not that she doesn't like people, but she struggles to find those with the same interest. Lily becomes bored rather quickly and will disappear quite suddenly when something can no longer hold her interest. Her interests though, are broad and ever growing. When we go fishing, she is also collecting. She has a minnow trap in the water and is patrolling the shore with a dip net. When she returns she catches smaller fish, which she then cuts into steaks for catfish, gar and turtle bait. She is every bit as fascinated with the crayfish in her net as the bass on her line. I hope she will continue to come out of her shell; she has a lot to share, if you just can keep up.
Thanks again, Lily. I really enjoyed the movie you picks too. Guardians of the Galaxy was non stop action and adventure, with some really interesting characters.