One good day of fishing never guarantees another. I was reminded of that when Bob May and I tried to fish a local lake Sunday morning.
Our last visit to this lake could not have been better. We had seven inches of ice and the bluegill were almost jumping out of the hole.
This time, the ice was unsafe. In fact, we have only been able to ice fish this pit that one time. This six-acre jewel, within the city limits of Anderson, has several springs. One usually keeps the water open in front of the pier. Not knowing where the springs are makes this lake unsafe for ice fishing.
I’m sure this pit will be good and safe now; I can’t wait to try it again.
Last week, I was hit with an unbelievable streak of bad luck. It began a week ago Wednesday when the internal antenna in my cell phone went bad. My provider ordered me another phone and I paid for the next-day shipping.
Same day, I arrived home early afternoon to find half of my electricity off. I had to use neighbor’s phone to call Tim Rector (built my house) to find out who wired my new home; he did not answer so I left a message. I then left to do some errands.
When I got home later that evening my lamp came on. I tried other lights that had been off. They came on, but were very dim. And, my well pump wasn’t working.
Neighbor, Billy Turner, came over Thursday morning with a voltage meter and found that one of my incoming 110 volt lines was dead.
NineStar was at my door within the hour and confirmed that the break was underground and could not be repaired until the weather broke. They rigged up a portable transformer to give me full power again.