DRE wants it to be known that he is, indeed, THE FISHSLAYER. He made a beautiful cast up under a low hanging tree branch and it looked for all the world like something was following it in, hitting at it all the way. As it turned out this here minnow was on it. There he was, minding his own bidness, swimming carefree along like minnows are wont to do, and BAM!! a giant hookfilled yellow/orange fish drops out of the sky and spears him. The story is not without its silver lining, though. The minnow was released without further injury. Probably to be eaten by a crappie.

This dude was pink, like a flamingo but had a wide, flat, spoon bill. We were just fishing along the edge of the vegetation and he come flying in and settled down. He then proceeded to pay us no never-mind.

I like to get pictures of the big water birds when we fish. They are so mellow. I like mellow. Plus, they're the only proof we have that there actually ARE fish in that lake.

This was taken from the hotel room I had in Miami. You can't get much closer to the airport than this. Amazingly enough, airplane noise was not a problem. But watching the planes as they lined up and jockeyed for their position to takeoff was interesting. I watched them a lot because, as you can see from the color of the sky, the thumderstorms kept chasing me away from the pool.