All the same weekend this year, Fishin' Opener, Mother's Day and Prom. Still waitin' for my prom date.
A perfect date would be the gal who longs for a lake with a walleye chop and at day's end would slow dance in the cabin. And how about that porch time? God sure makes crickets sing pretty out there at night. A 50 degree night is just the right crisp. Turns up the wattage on the stars. Even the skeeters are just laying back. Most anyway.
A perfect date. I'd cook breakfast for her! Eggs over-easy so you can break the yoke with your toast and smother the edges. Out on the dock, the morning fog still has the lake tucked in, not even the slightest ripple on the surface. Coffee in the thermos and sandwiches. That'll be good about the middle of morning.
It's a still fishin', bobber watching day. Just on the edge of the reeds. Somethings awake neath there and seems hungry... gotcha!
We release this one. Already had a keeper in the boat. Everybody should have a keeper.
Good luck fishin'!
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