I got up at four this morning and put on my river disquise. I disquised myself as Stillunscrubbed and went to meet my undercover partner. He was disquised as Cuttin Taters. You may recall, our mission was to gather a complete and comprehesnive report on the CF and get a picture of a baitflinger jerking the guts out of a 13" brown trout.

Well, as I finished the last of my first cup of coffee since November, I contemplated if I could wait until we got to the river or should I go back inside and attend to the paper work. While I was deciding that, my partner, in a high falsetto voice, said, "Is that lightning?"

Well the whole dam sky was filled with lighting. It was an easy decision. I went home and my undercover partner went dowtown to walk Dickerson Road. I mean, heck, he was dressed for it, why waste a perfectly good disquise?

So you will have to wait until next week for my report. By then, they may have the sluice gate open and we can sluice.

Constipation has ruined many a good day. Not as many as stupidity, though.