coming to a beach near you
On my way back to the coast from my turkey hunting grounds, I crossed the Tombigbee River at Jackson, AL, and it looked like the giant baby upstream got sick drinking chocolate milkshakes and somebody gave him an enema. The river is bank full of that nasty stuff, coming this way after all that rain. Sure hope it settles out in Mobile Bay. It figures---just when fishing is getting good, the water may turn nasty---I hope, I hope, I hope it doesn't, but hope is a fragile thing---easily crushed and quickly abandoned, leaving us to look through its broken shell at harsh and cruel reality.
Did I tell y'all I was reading philosophy books while waiting for the turkeys to show up?