Apparently we had an earthquake here the night before last. It registered four point something and woke most people around here. Neither Jerry nor I was aware of anything! Talk about sound sleepers! Nobody was alarmed about it, though. Everyone had tales to tell about other earthquakes they had experienced here. Also, they told of volcanoes spewing ash that covered everything. One woman said it was like trying to wash flour off everything. Add water and get goop.
We walked down to the river early this morning, and several people were catching fish. This is a nice one. It made Jerry start to think about doing some fishing himself!
It looks like he had plenty of company today! This looks crowded to me, but will get even more congested (Combat Fishing) in the near future. The state is doing a reclamation project on the bank. Over time, fishermen had trampled all the vegetation, and they have now replanted it. No one can put anything on the bank behind the fence. You’re not supposed to hang anything on the fence either. A young man got a $120 ticket a few days ago for putting his backpack on the ground behind the fence. So where are you supposed to put things? Hang what you need off your own body, I guess. I have seen nets, knives, and all kinds of fishing gear hanging from the fishermen’s waders.
Well, I guess those new waders did the trick after all. He got his limit. Now he has to wait until tomorrow to go back.