Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Leave it to beaver
I was stumbling around in the cold rain Monday, wandering along the banks of the Davidson River. I veered off the path.
When I looked up, I found the beaver ponds. Looks like just a pile of sticks holding back some slow water, creating some nice ponds that had no trout in them at the time. Well, they weren't feeding. There were no rise rings. It was cold. It was raining. No insects hatching, either.
And then I came across the front door of Beaver's home. I started to ask if Wally was home, but The Beav did not answer.
Oddly, the cold rain warmed about 2 p.m.. I was wrapped pretty well, so I stayed relatively dry and warm.
But I never caught a fish.
Didn't step in that big hole in the ground either. I left that to The Beav.