A Bad Day Fishing Is Still A Good Day

Making Those Memories fishing at Heads Creek Reservoir

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As usual, I was up before daylight on my day off. Yesterday was cold but today was supposed to be in the mid 60`s and sunny. Seems like a good day to go fishing. I was in no hurry, according to the fishing forecast conditions were very poor until about 10:00 AM anyway. Continue reading “A Bad Day Fishing Is Still A Good Day” »

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Busy day doing nothing

It’s Saturday morning just before the break of dawn, why am I awake? I’m off work today and threats of rain and thunderstorms this afternoon, so why am I awake when it’s not even daylight outside? I ask myself that same question over and over while I get up and stumble to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to make coffee. I tell myself I could go fishing but I really don’t want to get caught in a storm. Just not particularly up for that today. Continue reading “Busy day doing nothing” »

Letter to Daddy

They say time heals all wounds, but some wounds can’t heal.

Dear Daddy,
Today marks twelve years that you left this earth. They say time heals all wounds, but that’s not true. Some wounds can never heal. I woke up this morning feeling as though it was just yesterday that I had that terrible knock on my door just after midnight.  Continue reading “Letter to Daddy” »

Where is Spring?

I’m hot, I’m cold, And now I’m sick. Sometimes I think winter is afraid to hang around much here in the south but yet spring is afraid to make a lasting appearance. So, in the meantime, we wait for that day that we can actually get outside and enjoy it. But then tomorrow comes and its cold or raining and we are stuck inside again.   Continue reading “Where is Spring?” »

The Struggle Is Real

My attempt to quit smoking and the fears that I have along with it.

I wake up every morning and the first thing I do is reach for my cigarettes. With that first puff the coughing begins, but instantly my nerves seem to calm and so goes another puff. I make my coffee, oh but wait, I need another cigarette to enjoy my coffee. Once I get through the first two, maybe three cigarettes then I can start my day.   Continue reading “The Struggle Is Real” »