Mudded Out

In baseball, rain is the enemy. The grand old game can not go on, if mother nature turns the green grass of summer into a giant outdoor slip and slide. Errors and strkeouts are completely acceptable in dry conditions-- but fall on yer KEISTER on a wet field and it's TIME OUT-let's play this one tomorrow.

In fishing, it seem a little silly to cancel a day of fishing when a little moisture falls from the sky.
Especially when we are standing knee deep in a large gathering of " moisture "known as a river, lake or pond!!

That's what happened this weekend.

I already mentioned how mother nature dealt Southern Oregon a prime time lightshow on Friday. Well, she also finished it off with hail, buckets of rain and one big sloppy aftermath of soggy MUD.

So "Grandpa's Pond" was turned into "Grandpa's Mud Pot", and the big Crappiefest was cancelled. Now some of you may say--big sissies-- what's a little mud? Well, before you get too critical--keep in mind, there was to be four "Junior Crappie Rangers" all under the age of seven fishing the pond. If your mind does not immediately envision four kids WALLOWING in mud, complete with footless boots sticking out of the mud like little rubber soled plants--IT SHOULD !!

Been there and done that.

Throw in a little wet cow dung from the frequent bovine visitors to the pond, and the Crappiefest-- well--would take on an entirely new meaning!!

Anyway, the fishing day was rescheduled and no children were forced to sleep outside with the pigs. The weather forecast is looking good for this week, so maybe by Friday we can be back in hot pursuit of the elusive Crappie!

Besides, by then we can all go over the fine points of making "cow patties" fly like frisbies....