Wednesday night we had a tremendous windstorm in our area of Greenville. It was a straight line wind that blew down a lot of trees in our neighborhood, some large white oaks were over 200 years old. Some trees fell on peoples houses and did a tremendous amount of damage, but thankfully, no one was hurt.  My boat was in the garage so my truck took the direct hit. Not too much damage to our house thank goodness.

            

It was the first time since I have lived here that I have felt the house moving during a windstorm. Tremendous wind. The view from the garage.

     and toward the garage

There were widow makers everywhere.

    

Heavy equipment was at my house all day. I’ll probably have to mortgage my boat to pay the cleanup bill. In the last photo note the elm tree trunk that appears just over the man on the right’s head. It was so heavy it had the crane bouncing. It was on its way to be placed in the truck they are standing by. This photo is of the pile of debris on the street that came from my yard, and this is after some had been hauled off.

  Our lights came on last night which is amazing considering the damage to the lines. Our freezers had just about reached their limit before things completely defrosted. I have fishing on my mind but have no idea when I’ll get to go.

What I was thinking when I went to the Private Hole Saturday morning, with a North wind howling and getting colder by the minute, I do not know. Perhaps I thought I’d get in on the last of the pre cold front bite. Maybe it was because I knew someone had fished there the day before and caught a cooler of crappie. Whatever the reason, the thinking behind it was bad. I started off with a DT-6 and caught two in a reasonable amount of time. Continuing with a DT-6, I lost one and then hooked an Asian carp that headed for the next state. It pulled line past my knot down to the backing and was threatening to go to the spool.  I had to chase it with the trolling motor to make sure it didn’t take all my line. It was hooked toward the back and when it came up its tail came out of the water and it lost traction. That’s when I struck. My boat hook saved the DT-6 with a deft move snatching the bait out of the fish. The bass then would only bite something slow, so out came the shakey head. I caught 3 more but fishing with a worm in that kind of wind while shivering is not too much fun, so I did something I don’t do very often, I quit.