Boom boom

Out go the lights!
Unverified at this time:
The news I got from neighbors is that the 100 degree temperatures – across Texas – was creating a surge in demand for AC and that resulted in rolling brown-outs – only – again – unverified – they couldn’t get Austin started after cutting off the juice to the trailer park.

Which means? More time to fish, I guess. The catfish was caught by a Virgo of British extraction, that heavy accent, fishing talk late into the night. The guy had a pod set-up with three nice carp poles, and the little buzzer did go off at one point, but he couldn’t tell what kind of fish it was, “I think it’s a bass, no, wait, get the net…” (And much hilarity did ensue.)

Catfish in the night. I switched poles and hooked up some chicken liver, but to no avail. However, it was a good evening.