Oh, I almost forgot, while I was in the beauty shop they were all in a dither about some police excitement in downtown Paw Paw earlier in the day. The sheriff from Lawton chased a guy over to Paw Paw who had a gun in his car and brandished it on the street downtown. Sharon said "This never happens here!" I was back home by 3:30. Bob got quite a few maintenance things off of his 'To Do' list and even tied a few flies after we had our La Cantina leftovers. We chatted with Phil, the park owner, for quite a while. He used to own a 240-site campground along the coast of Maine. Some guy came along and made him an offer he couldn't refuse so he sold it. He and his wife camped here on the way back from California and the owner of this place asked him if he wanted to buy the place. That was two years ago and here they are. Phil was telling us the lady across the way in a Cardinal 5th wheel lost her husband two weeks ago. Sure makes you think. My heart goes out to her.
Later we went fishing for the evening. One 14" bass liked my buzz bait and then splashed mud all over me as I tried to pick him up in the shallows. I left Bob still casting his fly rod and parked myself in a lawn chair with the brochures back at good old site #77. I chilled out with a Smirnoff. Bob returned with small bluegill stories.
It's 9:40 p.m. and 67.9 degrees.