This is my youngest son’s overjoyed face:

That's a nice fish!

Damn nice, looks like good weather too. Summer thunder storms get yall?

Gosh Trapper, that looks like a very cool father son thing going on. A son to be proud of for sure.

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Saturday Night Rodeo

We’re in the northern part of the Lower Peninsula of Michigan right now. The weather has been great all summer. A few thunderstorms and enough rain that the farm fields up here look good to my untrained eye.

It’s our last few days up here which is always a bummer because August is the best month. Huron’s water is in the 70s, but Florida schools start mid August and there’s meetings we have to go to before hand.

That was the biggest largemouth I’ve ever seen that wasn’t hanging on a wall. A little under 19” and fat. We had a canoe paddle in the boat and the fish covered most of the paddle part. It jumped twice while he was bringing it in and of course I joked “We’re gonna need a bigger boat”, which was completely lost on my 14yo son.

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Gosh Trapper, that looks like a very cool father son thing going on. A son to be proud of for sure.

Thank you, he’s a good kid. With my oldest going to college this fall and my daughter driving herself around, I’m looking forward to more fishing with my youngest both in Florida and Michigan.

Trapper, tell your kid congrats that's a great fish!

Well, the Grand Kids were coming to swim, but they got into something else Sunday afternoon.

So... I ask my bride of 45 years to throw on a strappy little Sun Dress and we would go for a Sunday earning ride.

She did... we did... It was quite a pleasant evening.

After all this time I still love to snap a photo, or a few dozen, of her when the occasion arises.

I am a member of a local Sportsmen's club. There is some work underway on the property that requires a weekly inspection. I am responsible for those inspections and completing the reports.

Inspection involves a walk through a forested area then into our conservation area. Every time I take that walk, through all the seasons, I reminded myself that I am one lucky devil. The beauty of nature is boundless. Watching a hawk soar above the forest, seeing the sun filter through the branches of the trees, looking back at the forested hillsides, it gives me pause to recognize what really matters in life. It is one of my joyous things.