You Know If He's Hungry, He Can Dance.
The local skunk is persistent if nothing else, shows up most nights to dine on the grubs that seem to enjoy eating the roots of my yard grass. Last week he found what turned out to be a large ground bee nest. Apparently decided that the trade off of stings for honey was worth it 'cause he came back twice leaving a hole Caitlin Clark could bury a basketball in, from the railroad tracks. He followed me around all day today and at about six o'clock when a nice rainbow came unstuck he began his dance. How'd it happen? That's what I'm trying to figure out. Saw rising trout in more places than I have since I left the Sulfur Zone in mid August. Cast to a pod of about a dozen fish in a slow water pool in the BK for over an hour, got half a dozen refusals, and enough ignores that, if they were dollar bills, would have made a substantial dent in the national debt. What were they eating? Swear to God, nothing. Stared at the water running by me, nothing, watched a very very fe...