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The grass is growing for the stock, the trees are leafed out and
bright chartreuse with those spring pinfeather leaves. Everything's
having babies. Even gophers. When gophers have babies, you know it's
romantic out. Gopher love requires a great deal of romantic
ambience: a little soft gopher canoodling music... music to munch
roots by... music to dig a new tunnel by.
May makes the rest of us believe in infallibility, vegetation,
immortality, steak dinners, fly fishing and Johnny Mathis snuggle
music.
It's time to dream of taking that big lunker down in Lewis Creek.
He must weigh 50 pounds by now. Well, 5 pounds anyway. And he has
yet to fall for fly, lure, egg or worm. One of the fellas up on
Thompson Ridge tried to catch him by using karma or meditation or
something. It involved using an Eastern religion to lure him onto
the lure, anyway. This guy had his ponytail tucked up in that hat
and was a dead-serious predator for a day or two, until his "old
lady" reminded him quite loudly that he was a vegetarian. I guess he
went back up on the ridge and ate a sprout or something. His
experiment didn't work, anyway. That ol' lunker must not be a
respecter of religions.
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The forest will open soon, and we'll be able to go up and get
firewood for next winter. It always seems so strange to be cutting
firewood on a really warm day, but we have to ask ourselves if it's
better to cut it now or wait until the snow gets deep. Or to run up
there in August when the heat bakes the mountains and raises fire
danger.
Cutting firewood when it's warm reminds me of the problem of
having a leaky roof. If it isn't raining, you don't need the roof
fixed. If it is raining, you won't be able to fix the roof.
[Slim Randles]
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