The water temperature where Silver Creek enters the Grand River was forty degrees. Probably a little early. As long as I was there I decided to drown some worms for an hour. |
Still ice on some of the backwaters where it was shaded. |
A very low tech setup. The buckets have about 4" of water in them for ballast. The poles have bells on them. It was raining while I fished. |
The view of Silver Creek farther up-stream. This is just below a cemetery where two branches come together. |
This is the south branch. The water tumbles out of the culvert and gouged out a nice pool. |
Later in the day I went to a book store. It seemed fitting that True Crime was next to Social Science in the aisle of oxymorons. |
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