GOIN’ FOR THE SLABS
Fishing is best with minimal conversation while occasionally changing bait to best match the fish’s patterns… listen … let the breeze and warmth of kinship guide us. I love fishing. I literally feet the tug on the line as I dreamed I was fishing. Fishing dreams are said to have a religious context, but fishing dreams for me are damn near as much fun as the real thing ! At the time I wrote this, there was four days of fluffy snow blanketing the ground. And more was forecast before the day became tomorrow. February in Missouri is a plethora of sleet and snow, then a warmish spell teases us of spring. Then comes fishing. That time of year I lust for Crappie fishing after all morning turkey hunting so I dreamed of yanking Crappie out of the icy clear waters, a frosty chill to the wind as winter yields to spring on its last breath. But in the Midwe...