The Feast

Thanksgiving at Willow is always a great bash and tonight was no exception. Before the feast began, Gerhard and I circumnavigated the bowl and the cul de sac, almost by design. Yellow perch, some only an inch long, were all over the place for a change. The star of the show was a 20 inch grass pickerel just lounging around in the sand. After lapping the fire truck, we swam east of the Quest and headed north into the great open space. This got old fast, so I compassed for the east wall of the cul de sac, not realizing that it was 7 minutes away. The lap around the perimeter was uneventful, and unlike last week, the viz was 10-15 ft. Back at the shack, we dined on Miss Piggy who was joined by potatoes, corn, beans, buns, veggies, the pie brothers, apple and pumpkin, and booze-less wine. We dined like kings while the World's Largest Wood Burning Stove kept us toasty warm. To think: We won't have another bash like that until Christmas. 61 minutes. 50 degrees

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