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I spoke with my neighbor earlier. I had not seen him out, so I knocked on his door. He had just been about ready to go out on the 'porch', as I call it, so he finished up a bit then came out. I had already showered, so I was ready to go but I knew he might want to shower as well. Nothing like looking spiffy for the ladies. *laughs* Well, we can hope it is the thought that counts, at least I hope for myself. He thought he might be interested in going, but he might need a shower. After a short talk, he headed in to get ready and I came in to wait. A bit later, he rang my doorbell and asked if I was sure I wanted to go tonight. He had thought, somehow, that I had meant tomorrow. Nope, I said, I am going tonight. Well, he thought about it and decided to go as well. *grins* I am glad he did. I think he steered me rightly a couple of times, and once or twice I took his advice in spite of my intuition.

I ended up with a small but expensive packet of gear. Needle nose pliers was the only equipment I needed. I have pliers but I hate taking my real working pliers and they are not needle nosed anyway, not the ones I have here at the apartment. Then I bought three variants of Panther Martin's spinners, two variants of Rooster Tail's spinners, three Dareevle spoons, a six pack of Mepps' spinners, ten flies and float oil, five cheaper but traditional red and white bobbers, and a packet of round split shot (which of all the types of sinkers and weights I have, I was defunct in these). I forgot to get a lantern. If I end up going fishing early tomorrow, or some other early hour on whatever day, I will stop by Wal-Mart and grab something.

The lures cost a little more than the fishing license. I suspect I will really have to reel them in to make my money back! The truth is, if they get me out of the house and on the river, even if I catch no fish I will be ahead, as I see things. I have some doubts about my ability to fish, in any case. Being the doubting pessimist that I am, that is the way of it. If I end up catching 10 keeper sized fish, I will believe a good fisherman should have caught 20, if I catch zero I will know it is my skill, no matter, I have become hard to please in some ways. But the truth is, I am usually happy with whatever happens. That is why, truth be told, I should keep my mouth shut.

But, knowing me as some of you do, that will not happen. I talk, and write, much like a songbird might. Good or ill, right or wrong, sun or rain, I will prattle. Mindlessly, heedlessly, thoughtfullessly, recklessly, and such, I will speak what is on my mind, what is in my mind, and sometimes just what comes to me. And, as with some of my former readers who I dearly enjoy who have left, I am sure I will regret it. But, that is the way of it. Such is life, my nature, your nature, and all.

I believe I have some leaders, snaps, extra line, and several rods and reels ready to go. I hope the line is still good, though it should be. I can almost smell and feel the breeze, hear the gurgling water, and taste the fish. If not today, or tomorrow, the time will come. I am ready in all but flesh right now. It will happen. I really need to get into my storage and sort through some things. My cast iron frying pan, cast iron grill, and big frying pan (the one with waffles in it). Though that last is not cast, it cooks steaks, so I am sure fish, of larger sizes, like nothing else out there. And, I would like to get my camera out and going. Proof, as they say, is in the picture, or was that pudding? Bah, fish pudding sounds terrible. I will stick with picture. Hopefully pictures. Plural is better if you believe the song about "One", it being the loneliest number.

Why does nobody tell me when I am babbling? Must be the heat, the time, that I am tired, and the excitement of being all but ready to fish. I will let you off the hook and do something mild to quiet my mind for rest. I hope I dream of fishing! Maybe you will even dream of fishing, cold waters, and a fine aquatically originate meal. From my hook to your mouth, or maybe even from your hook? No, my blog, my hook. Good night.