I Learned My Lesson.

 Yesterdays fishing, (if you want to call it that), was no fun. Had a better chance of getting wind burn than catching a fish. With the forecast for today showing sustained winds up to 25mph, with higher gusts, I said no mas.

 I've had a gallon of paint sitting on the porch since last May. Purchased it with the intent of painting the fly tying room, and today I did. The job went well, had on jeans that have "old" written in black magic marker under where my belt goes and it's a good thing I did 'cause I got a smear of paint on them. When I finished painting and cleaned everything up, I drove into town to get nuts and bolts at Bisbee's so I can put up another bluebird house, stopped at the Dollar Store to buy replacements for the shiny little pans that go under the burners on the stove, (the old ones are rusted out), and picked up a pound of butter and Gatorade at Tops. It's the biggest day of shopping I've done all year. On my return to the fishing camp I checked out the paint job and found two holidays. Had to reopen the paint and dirty the brush which downgraded the job from a B+ to a B-.

A four o'clock I went out and shot the bow. I've shot better, but some of the problem may have been the wind. At five I mixed a Perfect Manhattan and sat down in front of the sliding glass doors with the cocktail and a plate of cheese and crackers to watch the deer. Was entertained from the time I sat down until it was too dark to see. There were between six and nine does and fawns who seemed unusually nervous. They would be quietly feeding and then bolt off all in different directions. Finally about 6:15 I saw why. A five point buck, (seven if you wanted to count two small brow tines), had dropped by to check out the ladies. He was impressed, they were not.

The fishing - Lets just say I was in no danger of getting wind burn.