Dark, dark out into the night. No illumination but the moon and a few stars to the east.

Screaming,screaming is a bird far to the south. Awakened are more, and they also scream in their own voice.

Wind, the wind is nonexistent now. Not even a breeze.

It is calm again, as the birds fly off.

Alone on the lake now.
I feel alone.

As I'm sitting and pondering in nothingness, I notice the time.
Two hours have pasted.

I sit some more. This time grabbing my smart phone.

The sky to the east is getting brighter,and brighter. The sun is fixing to rise.

I sit even more.

The sun is now cresting the horizon,directly into my eyes.

I check the time again. And it is.That Time.

I log off crappie.com and check my battery symbol. It's low.

I start up the motor,reel in all the lines. Twenty two keeper catfish in the box. I say "Good time"

Move down the shore line to where the bass are known.

Ready the crank baits and adjust my driftmaster's in a tighter pattern than the night before.

I troll,the shad are popping, fleeing from bass. Water is flat. Activity abounds.
Splash.
Splash

Isn't long till first rod bounces. And then another.

I'm no longer alone.

More and more boats come to crowd me. How lines don't cross?

I'm not alone. And don't like it.

Nine big white bass along with the cats,I'm done.