Four years ago this summer we all got together and organized the cabin again. The New Forest Green Ribbed Metal went from the mossy green shingles. The roof shines like crazy when the sun is shining, but that is not today, today the rain leaves the edges of the roof in leaves. It is a downpour that is observed by two little eyes that want to fish so much. It actually rains so heavily that we cannot see the lake, no more than 150 feet away.
Oh, how I feel for the child, and I am particularly glad that we didn't go when it didn't stimulate, because we would have been soaked. If we had not taken into account the boy's weather forecast. “Luke, it will rain and it will be a Soaker Luke, but don't worry that these summer storms quickly turn around, we'll be out there as soon as it stops. Now come a breakfast.” Lukas stays away.
He plays through a few pancakes, Grampa lets him end his milk, he clears his own dish and back to the window he went. I remember a day like this, it is a pain for the boy. And I'll call it a day.
When I said goodbye, I said Luke that she should let me know how fishing went, make sure I get a report in order? He says yes. I step out, still under the eaves, it flows, I know, I'm getting soaked and I just come to my truck, a new roof or not.
-The trout whisperer
