Silverjack

 Besides leaving my fishing rod at the lake it was a nice day last Saturday for a fishing trip to the secret location. Mike ran back up and got my rod back. I've never caught more than two fish a trip at this place but I threw back four and kept these two. The light one had the tastiest pinkish/orange meat I've ever eaten. Amazingly enough, the really red one had white meat. It was okay but nothing like the other. I spent two days earlier in the week up there.

The other neat thing about it all was Neo learning to swim.

He is my favorite action figure for the month of June.

...and it was fun without too much mud. The camper is the best trick I know. I am spoiled!

I drove up the middle fork to where there were no more big tracks -- just 4-wheelers. The snow and ice were up to my axles and then some. It might all be open now but I'll give it another week.

The Truth About The First One

I believe her because I was there.

But there's always more to the story than just remembering the details and making it sound plausible. I don't want to be telling stories out of Sunday School to non-believers, since nobody gets anything for lacking faith but the whole point comes down to this:

• You can believe what you want
• Telling the truth is the best idea (almost always)
• If at first you don't succeed, eat all evidence that you even tried
• Then try again

Where did that Yankee's cap go?

I thought I'd lost this picture from shuffling stuff around on four different computers. So next time you hear C telling fish stories, you might want to listen.