Yuck’s Day

I woke up to YUCK Wednesday morning, spent most of the day with yuck and if the weatherman is right, Yuck will be here Thursday for a while before saying goodbye.

Yuck was a misty rain, a thermometer on the back porch reading 40 degrees, an 18-mph northeast wind, lime green mush everywhere from piles of rained-on pollen and four nice catfish on the line down at the dock that demanded I get out of the house and clean them. Yuck. It didn’t keep everybody off the lake, but it slowed things down.

The dictionary describes “yuck” as “something gross or disgusting”, like brocolli, liver and olive soup.  Or a pile of dirty fishing clothes you put in the closet & forgot to wash last week.

And since I give the great sunrises, the soothing peace of life on the lake and the fun of catching a mess of fish it’s time on this website, I might as well give Yuck it’s day, too.

So, Yuck. This is your day. Enjoy it and then get the heck outta here.