Fishin' Holes

The fishing tackle has been put away until the next visit.  The last week of summer is upon the Midwest and Labor Day weekend will remind the kiddies that school is about to start again.  All the little critters in this favorite hole will have to wait for me to come back and see them another time.  It's been a good trip and a relaxing one, but it's all but over.

Part of the joy of heading out to these (not always so) secret fishin' spots of mine is the scenery this time of year hear.  Soon it will all change color and then be covered in a blanket of winter white.  The cycle will continue.

Wisconsin is a great place.

A Strange Catch

Help!!!  :)

I grew up in a little town that had a river run thru it and that's a real gift for a kid.  My friends and I learned that river and all its moods and personalities over all four of Wisconsin's seasons.  We swam in it in summer.   We ice skated and played hockey on it in the winter.  Whenever the water ran high enough we rafted and boated it.  And whenever possible we fished it.  We pulled out out carp, bass, crapies, northern pike, bullheads, walleye, turtles, and other critters I've probably forgotten.  But until coming home this year on vacation I had never caught one of these guys.  And that's rather ironic.

Because this critter is a crawfish.

And the name of my little river is the Crawfish River.

Yes... I did put him back, unhurt, into his namesake water.

Wordless Wednesday

Something from right here close to home... Enjoy!