|my big fish of the week|
Not really, but close enough, and it was just the kind of place that Douglas Adams was lampooning in his book- poorly lit, overpriced, Au Jus on the steaks, a vast dining room full of people celebrating anniversaries and birthdays, amid a sea of white and blue hair. The band, complete with Max Quordlepleen, played Sinatra standards and Happy Birthday, while the oldsters swayed back and forth, using the moves they perfected 50 years ago while dating. The waitress was actually proud that the menu hadn't changed in 40 years, and it tasted that way. No cows implored us to choose a steak before offing themselves, but I'm pretty sure that the universe ended, just a little, that night. If you walk out the doors of said establishment, it does indeed reek of destruction, the wrecked neighborhoods, businesses and lives stretching on for miles, this being Metro Detroit. Inside, the last generation of people with pensions or health care ate their steaks and celebrated what's left of their lives. When they die, this place will go out of business.
Then my brakes failed Sunday, and so several hundred dollars and another day down there, we fixed them and I returned home like everyone else- tired, wondering where summer went, shivering in the cold that blew in the moment September arrived, thinking about the start of a work week and a school year.
I did go last Tuesday to the Betsie River near Traverse City for kings, and the fishing was fantastic, this despite a couple of hundred people being there. We got into some nice kings and so I'll share a couple of pics and go to work. There were hundreds of fish in the river, and I think we hooked up about 35 times between the three of us. The down side was that with all the pressure the fish weren't biting, and only the minority were fair hook-ups, and most got off without too much struggle. Still, it was a a great day and we got into some nice fish. Hopefully the runs will start in my home rivers soon.
|Pig of the day|
|Phil into a nice fish|
|this one made good its escape|