*Are you frightened, child?*
*Not even a little nervous?*
*No, this is fun, besides we practiced.*
One of Lily:s fans, Drew, with a supportive hug and wish for good luck.
That:s the shy one on the right, but she did so good tonight and it was a lot of fun. That many kids, who just started band this year, I brought Aleve, just in case, but I didm:t need it. They were amazing, and my Drew was so well behaved.
We interrupt this warm family night with some pinching and screaming.
Lily loves the blue gill. She asked to do this during the heat of the day, and I usually fish closer to night or at night, mainly because Meegan does:t get off work till 7, but it is also very peaceful. The other night I fished late and was only able to get one bass, but I noticed a lot of explosions about an hour after Lily and I arrived. Apparently the peak feeding times has shifted to earlier in the afternoon.
What a beautiful sight, and after Lily saw me catch two bass, she wanted in on the action.
All of the bass that afternoon were taken on a Yamamoto Senko, texas rigged without a weight.
Some of the bite were very slow the night before and it seemed like I got dropped a few times.
She has become a pro at removing the hook, and enjoys a good case of trophy thumb.
This is as big as they got though, and the real crazy action was out of reach. You could see groups of 3 to 4 bass coming out of the water on the same bait pods. I miss my kayak.
Something big did come through the pads though, as Lily and I both witnessed, first a blue gill, and then a small bass land on top of the pads as they were being chased. That gets the blood boiling, but I could:t hook up with the culprit.
Drew got a nice pic of a hawk on the way home from the store.
Another finesse bass, this time on Robo worm in Bold Bluegill. I tried a spinner that night, and tried and tried, but then I switched to the finesse to finally take this guy. There was lots of baitfish in the water, but no blow ups, just still and frustrating. I had cast so many times that I was disconnected from what I was doing. I was no longer anticipating a hit, and so when I got my first one, it woke me up. It turned out to be some skimmers that flew through my line. Oh well.
Jingle bells, Lily:s feet smell; you should have warn socks today
Daddy caught bass, but not too fast, and the bigger one got away. Bitter:s June bug red trick worm.
All of the other reindeer use to laugh and call her names, they never let poor Drewdolph join in any reindeer games. Maybe cause you:re not really a rein deer, Drew.
Quack Quack Quack to the sound of Jingle Bells.
The girls will talk to any body.
Florida snow man, very rare.
Bah hum bug.
Are these candy canes ripe yet? That:s the way I use to keep them from eating all the candy canes on the tree. It worked for several years, but then they figured it out. Parents, always having to upgrade their creative tools.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea. Now on tour in Altamonte Springs.
Ah, little kids and alligators, it warms the heart.
Who:s a good reindeer? No Drew, not you.
Oh come on!
And a gallinule in the reeds. On the second day of Christmas….yada yada yada yada. She is probably too big for Bass to feed on, but their babies disappear quickly each spring, and I think bass are often the culprits.
*Don:t worry Calvin, I caught one for both of us.* Oh, that:s wonderful. The fish in here were feeding voraciously, and usually you would think that:s a good thing, but the problem tonight wash:t that they were too far away. They were actually crashing shad right at our feet. It is a problem we have solved at other times in other lakes, but not the two lakes I fish now. There were some whales in here blowing up on bait that night too, so it definitely merits more consideration. We could:t pull one off the shad so Peter went with a small brush hog over by the Lilies and pulled up this chunker. Nice fish.
Where did you go, oh Indigo
Seems like such a long time ago
By placid waters on sugar sand trails
I use to grab your tail
You never struck or threatened me
Your eyes say, "I know and I see"
But now its my mission to find these scales
To share with Drew and Lily
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
I remember my little sunflower out on the soccer field. She would pick up beetles and bring them over to show me,while the soccer ball would roll right past her feet. Her coach and all of us would scream, "lily, the ball, the ball!" Sometimes she would go after it and sometimes I would yell, "other way", but sometimes she would just show everyone the beetle. I was trying to get her to look at the camera here, but again, "a girl interrupted" by a bug. Lily, please don't buy into cool or worry what people say. Always remember that bullies are empty and afraid and take pity on them, but never be the bully. You are beautiful, I love you, and the world has been in need of a Lily for quite some time. Don't ever change.
See a flower in a field of many; it looks just like the sun
High above the ones below, and a foot above my head
Just as yellow as the sun, yellow as a rose is red
It's contemplating, there's something, crawling on the ground
The other flowers face straight out wanting to be seen
This one focused on the floor wanting just to see
I call to her, she lifts her face, and smiles back at me
Then picks up something from the field ignoring where she was planted
She pulls up her roots, then makes her way, over to where I stand
And there it is, an emerald with six legs, crawling in her hand
"What is it, she asked?"
I say, "I think it's Japanese."
"Because that's where he's from," she asks?
"Not sure,' I must confess,'but that is a possibility."
She leaves the jewel for me to watch and runs back to her game
And even if she doesn't win; I sure am glad I came
She kicks the ball then stops to see if her bug is safe with me
I shake my head and smile at her, and she smiles back so wide
I looked straight at the sun that day, but it didn't burn my eyes
- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
“We are not heard for our many words, but for the cry of our hearts.”
― John F. MacArthur Jr., Alone With God
Climbing over the mountain, the mountain that was white
I now find myself in the land of reality
So I cast a pebble on the pond, the sacred pond
And though my reflection is now disturbed
I feel better now, though this may sound absurd
But you don't have to tell me that she's already out there
And I will be forever in her care
You don't have to tell me that she's already out there
Because I already know
I won't say her name; I leave it unspoken
The problem with her is that she's never been broken
And it's all for laughter that we talk right now
But if she could take my head off, she'd do it some how
So maybe you're not the one and maybe I was mistaken
Because everything I build, you just keep breaking
- Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
That He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the Word - Eph 5:26
Sit alone, I never know just what to say
Better still, I write my will; they won't remember me
And lying at the water's edge, the tide is coming quickly
On her back, her eyes are closed, I hope she's just pretending
Because she's lying in the water and I wish that I could save her
She's lying in the water, I wish that I could stop her
Mom said better days will come; I just wonder where they went
But I gotta say watching you drown was never my intent
But I'd miss you, girl, and I love you
So I stayed, and I waited and I hated it
Now here you are; you've had your fill, the water calm and still
I asked you why you changed your mind
And you point to some dead guy on a hill
Who is he
Because she was lying in the water, and I couldn't save her
she's no longer in the water, so now she thinks that I'm the one whose drowning
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke