fishing at 5am, stupid move and INDY 500!

Ok, you can give me the stupid award for May 2006, to sit on the shelf with stupid awards for 2004 and 2005. three years running now, dang.

this pen and ink rendering is only here to bolster my waning ego and remind me of some of the things of beauty I've constructed and destructed.



today began with a couple of hours of quality fishing time at spring lake. hoping to look that big world class bass in the eye isn't really realistic, but what the heck - it fills the time. the day came in golden, the waters were like glass, my rig brought forth a couple of small stupid fish that no doubt wanted to meet someone of similar qualities.

left spring lake and picked up a bottled coffee drink. before going into the store I looked at my tackle box in the back of the pickup and thought, "heck, I'll only be inside for a minute or two". RIGHT. when I came out it was gone, gone, gone. this is a theme that I'm becoming used to. inside the tackle box were about 30 years worth of flycasting paraphenalia, bass rigs, and the usual stuff AND MY FREAKING FISHING LISCENSE and the extra copy that allows you to get another one for a few bucks. gone, gone, gone. went back into the store and made a note that they taped to the cash register stating - "please return tackle box, no questions asked".

karma check time, eh?

now I'm sitting here at my friends house watching the INDY 500 and hoping Danica Patrick takes it all. she, David Letterman and Bobby Rahall deserve an INDY win. my second choice would be one of the father and son team of the Andretti fam.

over and out,