Getting set up to try planer board trolling. Decided to check Craig's List before shelling out the money for new. Found a young man 2 1/2 hours away with 4 boards bought new last year. Now getting married and sold his boat.
He had fully accessorized these boards, with tattle tail flags, and top of the line clips. If I had bought new and done the same I'd have had 75 bucks a piece in them. He took 100 bucks for all four.
Just a few miles away from him is a neat cafe that does a splendid brunch and Sue and I dined out doors in perfect weather. Ate good food and people watched. A part I especially enjoy is when my wife critiques motorcycle rider/drivers as they paddle foot and struggle to stop, start, and God forbid park. I must admit, if I were their passenger I'd be terrified at the average rider's level of incompetence. With the nice weather and it being noon on a Saturday there were lots of bikes out. Not a single rider we saw looked comfortable or in full control of their machine and passenger.
After flogging down the interstate a while to get back closer to home, I asked if Sue wanted to go for a MC ride when we got home. I almost got all the words out of my mouth before she said yes. So we set out a pizza to thaw, (Sunday Supper Ritual), and went out and put on 75 miles. One turtle rescue, two hard brake applications for big old does too close to the road, a half a dozen, "Hold your breath there's a rotting fly blown road kill", moments, and lots of pleasant fresh cut hay and almost Summer scents were enjoyed. We speculated that maybe I am just too lazy to put my feet down when coming to a stop for a stop sign or when making a locked handle bar U-Turn to get the turtle out of the road. There was cross traffic a couple of times and I demonstrated that I can put my foot or feet down, if I have to, I guess.
Got home and went to mess with the boat while the pizza was baking and found out I had locked myself out of the shed when we left in the morning. An inelegant entry via a window resulted in access and I found the shed key in the boat where I had set it down yesterday. That little escapade will finally force my hand to get another spare key and stash it some place outside.
Got another coon in the "live" trap this morning and I will relocate it later, down wind a half mile away from the house.