Kentucky

On the way from my house in Wisconsin to Mike’s house in a Kentucky suburb of Cincinnati, I experienced good weather all the way, but it rained all around me. The next day I read there had been over seventy tornadoes from Alabama to Mississippi to Illinois to Ohio and places in-between, some close to where I had driven.

From Mike’s house we went to a lock and dam on the Ohio River where we didn’t catch any fish in the chocolate colored water. We drove to a river known for its supply of Kentucky Bass, but the water was also high and brown, so we didn’t even stop. At a state park we fished above and below a dam, but it was the same problem. At the next spot, a three acre man-made lake, we split up. I didn’t have any hits, but Mike caught 2 Kentucky Bass. I’m sick of high water.

Due to a problem in Mike’s family, he and his wife have inherited a one-year-old grandniece. Mike says it is nice being parents again, but more work than when they were younger. He doesn’t think we can go fishing again, so I plan to retrace our route sometime in the future, alone, to catch a Kentucky bass.