Sep 2016
Fished till the last possible moment
approaching storm is a formidable opponent
bounding from wave to wave I skip.
speed is king on this trip.
lightning and thunder growl behind me,
rain chases like a cheetah quickly
I see the point and make the turn.
cut wide and around the sand bar I burn.
under the dock we go to hide,
from the storm, the boat and I.
approaching storm is a formidable opponent
bounding from wave to wave I skip.
speed is king on this trip.
lightning and thunder growl behind me,
rain chases like a cheetah quickly
I see the point and make the turn.
cut wide and around the sand bar I burn.
under the dock we go to hide,
from the storm, the boat and I.
Night Fishing, Running from the Storm.
Made it back and in the house before the Straight line winds starting knocking down trees and electrical lines
Made it back and in the house before the Straight line winds starting knocking down trees and electrical lines
