Never Say Die

I said after catching that big fat bass that it was a "whole new ball game." I'm still not sure exactly what that means, only that it's clear as can be that everything is different now. Maybe not for the better.

The very next trip I go in swimming. And to add insult to injury I end up getting skunked.

Never say die. Off I go again. It's a little warmer so my spirits are up. I start out in shirtsleeves.

Then it starts to blow. The wind is from the south but it's cutting. I have to put my jacket on again.

I make the complete loop. I see hide nor hair of any type of swimming animal.

The long and the short of it: I'm skunked again.