Fished a Little Pond for Bass

On the way back from getting my wife's car inspected, I stopped at a CVS and bought a 20-ounce Arizona Ice Tea in a can for 99 cents. I drove on with this little pond in mind. 

Caught nothing, but I have caught bass here before. The population is very sparse. I like the black "tea" water, though I'd call this coffee water. It has clarity but deep tone. My worm splashes appeared bronzed in the sun.

Had it all to myself, working on my casts, getting the worm tight against eaves on the water, underneath overhangs, on wood. 

The sun felt friendly. 

Renaming of Species Takes Out the Honor

Renamed 

Ridiculous. Remember Indian pipes? Now they’re ghost pipes. When I thought of Indian pipes, I felt they did Indians honor. Same with Asian carp.

Take away “racism,” take away identity. Even though Asian carp are hated, as such they’re a species and a name with dignity, beyond their particular problem here. That’s the problem with these euphemisms. Fundamentally, they’re an attack on the mind. The world has different regions and peoples. That’s the fact. Independently of our sentiments.

 

Began work on my trout book again. It’s so good I’m surprised I doubted it.