Wednesday evening (tonight) I just had to be on the pond. The river was in bad shape due to warm weather. The place was packed with green weed muck, black underwater.I fished hard. Got one small bass. Sure I was disappointed but then I reflected on the surroundings. My 8 1/2ft Orvis (bamboo) Battenkill did a dance - poetry in motion. I saw a pair of swans, a blue heron. The sounds of frogs. A beaver tried to scare me a few times with cannon ball splashes. Wind from the east, barometer dropping. Rain schedule after midnight.
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