My buddy, then former buddy, now brand new buddy Van Stacey came by today with a peace offering of sorts to try and say, in an around about way, "Sorry for catching a Redhorse Sucker without you being there."
Van's peace offering came in the form and fashion of those wonderful and highly sought-after delicacies from the woods where the wild wood weed and other natural wonders grow.
Van's gift is certainly enough to make us "buds" again without the hugs and kisses and besides that we're not built that way anyhow.
We now have a fly-fishing trip planned for this weekend in search of bass, trout, carp, and yes... that darn Blue River Redhorse Sucker that is eluding me.
The morels are going in the batter and frying pan tomorrow.
I'm real good right now.