Sunday was the first day of the 2017 season that Glenn and I actually visited our swimmin’ hole. Mid-May is an early start for us, with early June being more the norm, but Mid-June is the latest we ever began the swimming season.
I visit our farm pond almost daily on my walks, but I do not get in. I take my walks early in the morning when the air temperatures are still cool and my activities, at that time of day, include feeding the fish and watching birds.
This spring was cool, and lately we have been having a lot of rain, so I thought the pond water would still be on the cold side. But, I was proved wrong. The water was ideal. I floated on a huge tube until, suddenly, a dark cloud moved in with surprising speed. The rain began. I have been caught on the pond before during a rain storm and it gets pretty down-to-the-bone chilly. So, I retreated to get into the shelter of the pond house quickly.
The rain was short-lived and soon the hot sun was shining again.
I went back into the water, first with a short swim before returning to my relaxing float. Because of our biting fish and two resident snapping turtles, I am guarded. I make sure Glenn is swimming at my side for protection. I love to swim and tread water at length but the pond does not provide the perfect conditions for my active water recreation. I float more on top of the water than I am in the water. Nevertheless, I enjoy the peace and tranquility of our small pond. I can float for hours.
As I floated, Glenn made a few casts to try to catch dinner. He was after a catfish but caught a medium-sized bass instead and decided to keep it for dinner. I am not a fan of our catfish, they are big and ugly, but I was willing to try the bass.
Once home, another storm materialized and Glenn was unable to grill outside. The bass, now fileted, had to wait.
My next pond visit…sooner than later, I hope!