It is springtime in Nebraska. If you are serious about fishing, you are going to be on the water during some abhorrent weather conditions. Otherwise, well, otherwise you ain’t fishing enough:
Of course, if you are on the water like you should be, then folks think you are crazy:
I had a day like that already this spring:
The best part about it? No one else fishing!
However, this gentleman came swimming by, literally right by my feet:
He thought I was crazy, I know he did because he swam right by me, then noticed me, did a double-take, and turned around to take another look. Look in his eyes, “Are you crazy?”
Yes, I am. Crazy like a fox!
After making a couple of circles eying me, he cruised a few yards down the shoreline and stopped. Crawled up on the bank and stood to catch my scent. Shrugged his shoulders and swam off; at least as much as muskrats have shoulders.
He paddled back and forth in front of me several times over the next few hours. We had a good conversation. Actually, that is not true. Oh, I spoke to Mr. Muskrat (I called him “Mister”, I have trapped muskrats in the spring, I know how mean and nasty they can be, knowing that, you call him “Mister”). I talked with him quite a bit. I often speak with critters while I am in the field or on the water, especially when I am by myself. No, I am NOT crazy. They have not started talking back to me. . . .
Have a great weekend, get on the water and start up a conversation with a muskrat! Maybe next time I will tell you about Beav and Otter!