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The camp site is near but not quite to the end of the lake, actually a reservoir. It is on a narrow flat plateau, below and parallel the road, just above another flat, that extends out into the lake, as a small and wide rounded peninsula. It had a picnic table under a tin roof, held up by four wooden posts, which makes cooking from the table top a little easier. I reached it in early afternoon and set up camp, and then of course one the first things I had to do was go fishing.
The lake was full of Large Mouth Bass but nothing else, and so plentiful that with my floating frog, if I wanted a Bass to fry up, I could be guaranteed to get a good sized one, within 20 minutes from certain locations. I began fishing out on the peninsula, and working my way along the shore back towards camp, facing the short end of the lake, mostly just to watch the frog crawl, glop - gloop, along the mirror surface of the lake.
Coming back along the shore, just down an incline from camp, I went under some low branched - not tall trees - and a Black Bird came flying out, and like an arrow flew straight across the lake on a downward incline.
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