Happiness Is Being Here In Michigan At Wilderness Bay On This Lovely Day With Tommy, Adam and Thrill Bill

 

 

 

 

Tommy loves using his equipment, his fishing knowledge, and his skills to catch bass, walleye, pike, musky, perch, crappie and panfish in places we have fished before. We love the planning, the new lures, the drive through Wisconsin, the food, the time spent with each other, the data, the stories, the joking, the pictures, and the DVD recap. So much in one glorious week. A long wait well worth waiting for. Tommy said that once he load his fishing tackle in the boat, he knows the trip is on and excitement peaks.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold	In me you can see that time of year
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang	When a few yellow leaves or none at all hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,	On the branches, shaking against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.	Bare ruins of church choirs where lately the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day	In me you can see only the dim light that remains
As after sunset fadeth in the west,	After the sun sets in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,	Which is soon extinguished by black night,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.	The image of death that envelops all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire	I am like a glowing ember
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,	Lying on the dying flame of my youth,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,	As on the death bed where it must finally expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.	Consumed by that which once fed it.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,	This you sense, and it makes your love more determined
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.	Causing you to love that which you must give up before long