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Good evening,

Early August in Northern Wisconsin.  He awoke early, just before dawn. 
He yawned his way to the dock as the sky became lighter and got in his
canoe. Paddling out to the island in the middle of the lake he woke up.
The mist was rising off the water and the loons were calling in the
distance.  "Good day to fish", thought he.  He set the paddle into the
canoe and readied his gear.  Blue gills were calling his name.  So he
began with earthworms on a number 12 hook.  At first it was slow going. 
He paddled farther away from the island and found a hole.  Soon they
were biting as fast as he could re-bait the hook.

Then things changed.  He was casting and hooking them, filling his
bucket with blue gills.  But the loons were on a mission. They had been
calling in the distance.  He had seen them running across the water
approaching flight speed.  Off to visit another lake and torment those
fishermen.  Stealth mission!  They circled around and landed behind
him.  Using their submarine tactics they snuck within a few yards. 
While he was casting, hooking, and re-baiting his hook they were
planning their strategy.

The first one rose out of the water within feet of his canoe, directly
behind him.  Then let out that cackle they all make when happy. 
Normally you hear this at a distance of one hundred yards or more.  But,
NO, this guy was feet away and even louder. Kevin, poor fisherman in
canoe, rose to his feet in one fluid, if jerky, movement.  Screaming was
on his mind.  Then, again, the cackle. "You beast you!", said he giving
the loon a piece of his mind. Good thing Dad had taught him his balance
skills or he'd have been in the lake soaking.  More cackling as the
nearest loon paddled slowly off (grinning I am sure).

Fisherman Kevin baited his hook with trembling fingers.  "**** loon",
said he.  Then he remembered Zen and found his center. "Where was that
hole?"  He used the paddle in classic J stroke and moved quietly.  Cast,
cast, hook.  OK, now re-bait.  But the next loon had another thought. 
She rose and cackled behind him. ALWAYS behind him.  This time the
fisherman did not take the bait.  "I'll whack you with my paddle if you
do that again", met with more cackles.  No respect from the loons on
this lake.  Sigh.  "Keep fishing Kevin, they can't do this all day." 
Luckily that was true.  After about fifteen minutes they all took off
and found a lake nearby.

Weather has been hot to mild to chilly this week.  I have been enjoying
the fifth stage of fishing :)


Please join us on:

14050 kHz at 2200z Sunday (3 PM PDT Sunday)
   7047 kHz at 0000z Monday (5 PM PDT Sunday)

    73,
       Kevin. KD5ONS


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