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Today at the lake was a bust. I awoke this morning to my cell phone's alarm clock ringing softly on my nightstand. It is the only alarm clock I own. I don't much like those clock radios with their intense screeching and those dreaded blinking LED's that go on and off whenever the power goes out. It was 4:25am. I sat right up, reset the phone alarm and drank the remaining water that was in my bottle. Pablo comes into the room and rubs his body against my leg. I know he is saying "feed me". I put a scoop of chow in his bowl. This morning, I'm getting ready to head to CanMaster B's house. I'm to meet him at his place at 6. We have had these plans to fish this particular spot for a couple weeks now. We had outstanding luck the last time we were there. His brother, who just moved out here, is to be joining us. I always insist that for this lake that we need to be early. We need to be at the trailhead at 5. It's a two mile hike from there. CanMaster B wants to go later. I usually meet him at his place then carpool from there. On the phone the night before, CanMaster B haggles me up to 6am. I say, OK, but you both better be ready and I laugh evil-like as I hang up my phoneclock.

I have prompt mornings down to a science. I pre-make my coffee the night before and I put my fishing gear in the Taurus. (I let a pal borrow the Trooper) I have my clothes, knife, boots, fishing license, driver's license,cash, keys, sunglasses cowboy hat all in one place so when I get out of the shower, all I need to do is jump into my garb, grab a quick bowl of oatmeal and blue berries, slam my second cup of coffee and head out the door.

The weather channel says due to monsoonal moisture from the South, expect to get wet just about everywhere in the state. I got to his house by 5:50. At the trailhead by 6:20. Bright and sunny. After about4 hours of fishing, and with those monsoonal clouds slowly building up, none of us had caught anything. We had all seen trout and many trout there were, but you could drop a fly right in front of them bastards and they wouldn't take it. At least the hike was good and we got back to the Westy and drank a beer before the sky darkened over. Since we didn't catch any lunch, WhiteCastle AKA "ol' Faithful" , was prepared along with several glasses of lemonade.