21 July 2011

so if you had a 8700 acre lake 2 min away...

You'd be fishing for an hour on a Thursday night too! Oh glorious, glorious lake. How I love thee...

 "Although you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,

The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of my net,
And how you have leaped times out of mind
Over the little silver cords,
And think that you were hard and unkind,
And blame you with many bitter words." - W.B. Yeats
I'll save the bitter words for another day
Tonight, this one didn't get away! - A. Cooke

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