This Is Where I Do My Fishing...

...which happens to be right out my back door.

Crappie, bream and catfish. It makes for a good afternoon. A few brews and a talk with God. Seems he never talks back, but I hear the whisper in the wind and the quiet from contemplation. I envision what my life could have been and what it is. And then I see the boys. It's all I need.