Yesterday while mowing the yard, I kept seeing grasshoppers jump out of the way of the oncoming mower. Every time I saw one, it took me back to a time that I spent on a friend’s pond. My friend Carl is a guy that I worked with some time back, and he lived on a nice little pond just south of Tulsa. I was thinking about a day this last spring, and it was a glorious sunny day. What was so great about that day though, was the fact that there were dang near a million grasshoppers. Carl’s pond has tall grass, shrubs and trees all around it, so every time you walked and disturbed the vegetation, hoppers would jump out of the way and a handful would land in the water. The fish would go nuts over it. I loved watching it happen. I probably spent just as much time feeding the fish as I did fishing.
I haven’t cast my rod in at least a few weeks, and it seems that everything I see seems to make me think about fishing.
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