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Friday, Jul. 25, 2003 - 8:00 p.m. I made it to the beach above the dam at BACE Lake last night. I arrived there around 5:30 pm, well before the White Bass start schooling and attacking the baby shad. Sounds violent, and it is. But I digress�. I made two stoops on the way to the lake. I dropped by Whitey�s house, and gave him some puny cauliflower and cabbage plants for his fall garden. He didn�t mind their sad shape- he said he would do what he could to get them to harvest. Between the hot weather a few weeks ago, and some un-diagnosed bug�s damage, and my fall bedding plant starts are a little sad looking. I put my share into the ground at work on Wednesday. They look no better, two days later. Oh well. It�s always a potshot anyway, growing Cole crops in the summer for a fall harvest. His wife made sure I left with a small loaf of her version of zucchini bread, too. I took it into work, where the remaining coworkers who remembered her baking thanked me for saving it for their enjoyment. I also stopped by Emmett�s house, and picked a bucket full of sweet corn. I managed to find 20 ears of decent corn, but it took a little work. He doesn�t understand why his � acre of sweet corn is so poor this year. Almost everyone else growing corn locally has had bumper crops of Peaches and Cream corn. Emmett�s? He has a bunch of short, insect and virus damaged plants no taller than my waist. It might be time for him to let his field go fallow for a year. This area has held sweet corn for over a decade, and that is a recipe for disaster. You have to rotate your crops, or all of your pests start to build up in a small plot. Maybe I can talk him into growing watermelons for a year? I didn�t catch a single white bass until 8:15 pm. That is less than 30 minutes from sundown. Why? I don�t know for sure. The conditions were just right: a light breeze from the south, average temperatures after a week of sub-normal highs. The bluegills were violently attacking my small Rooster Tails spinner (white, with a black tail) for the time between 5:30 and the first White. The only thing I can blame the slow action on is the White Trash Family From Hell ,who picked last night as their night to swim at the beach. A family of 6 showed up at 7:30, about the time everyone else was leaving the beach. Nobody in the clan could speak at normal volume (I am guessing here-�Mom�, �Dad�, �daughter� around 17, �sons� 13 and 6) Every sentence out of any of these genetic setback�s mouths was at full volume. The �Dad� seemed to have an unnatural attraction to the 17-year-old �daughter�(stepdaughter? I don�t know. Seemed like ripe-for-Jerry-Springer�s show material here, anyway you look at it) constantly tossing (and pawing) her into the water. Since they were so loud, I heard him, more than once, ask her, �Did I toss you high enough? How high did you get? You want me to make you get REAL HIGH?� I was near the gagging-point. They were also making far too much �body contact� for a normal father/daughter relationship (IMHO). All the while, the �Mom� just sat in a lawn chair on the edge of the water, quietly watching this action. Maybe you think I am over-emphasizing this man�s actions. You wouldn�t think so. Not if you would have been there. It was just plain creepy. If he isn�t doing illegal things to that girl, I would be very surprised. Anyway�. They picked my side of this huge beach to swim. And to make tons of noise. They didn�t get out of the water until 8:10. Less than 5 minutes later, the White bass started their attack on the shad. I guess they were waiting on the White trash to leave, too. I managed to land 22 fish until it became too dark to see (about 8:50). Not bad, but the fish weren�t as big and the action wasn�t as fast as Lease and I had on Saturday. I guess I should be happy- I did catch a bunch of nice bluegill, waiting on the Whites (somewhere around 50, but I wasn�t keeping track). I did catch a few Largemouth bass, too, but all were smaller than 2 pounds each. I guess the dialog between the White Trash father and daughter just put a damper on the whole evening�. I�ll leave you with a photo:
Rudbeckia, variety �Rustic Mix�. I try to grow these flowers every year, ever since I stumbled across them. The blooms are huge, much larger than the standard, wild variety of Black-eyed Susan. The colors range from mostly yellow, to this half/half red and yellow, all the way to nearly all brown/red. As they used to say on The Victory Garden, �Let�s make it our plant of the week���.
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