Yet, as soon as the last bit of ice melted from our bowed birch trees, spring sprung, and temperatures shot into the 60s and 70s, as forsythia exploded yellow, redbuds popped purple and dogwoods donned their seasonal spectacle of white and green. As pollen pervaded the air, the rivers became bloated with hungry fish. I joined my good friend, Joe, for several incredible afternoons on the Stones River, as we chased pre-spawn largemouth and migrating stripe and hybrids. It’s good to have friends. It's better to have friends who fish. And, it’s awesome if those friends have boats.
|Reflecting on an excellent stripe run.|
|A very special painting for a very special person.|
|The annual Christmas card painting.|
While it's been a while, I'm intent on reconnecting with my writing muse. The past few months have provided me with some adventures, and I hope to share some of those semi-true stories here. Please stay tuned, stay cool, and thanks for sticking with me.