A bluebird comes out of the woods at Yellowwood as I launch. A good omen? Sometimes a bluebird is just a bluebird. The catching starts early but tapers off. I keep thinking fish are rising splashily behind me as I make my way down the shoreline (I'm traveling backwards in the tube) but it's only turtles plopping off their sunning perches. The day ends with swallows, bats, a fiery sunset, and a fragile crescent moon. All well worth the trip.
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