TRANQUILITY--

Son Brian slings a spinner bait at elusive Charles Mill Lake, Largemouth Bass as the sun prepares for bedtime.

Tuesday evening was one of those impromptu events with which life rewards us. 

With a yummy hot dog and munchie supper aboard their newly acquired pontoon boat and wife Kate at the helm, we slid easily here and there around the south end of the lake, tickling the water with a variety of artificial lures.

We fished some and boated some and fished some more; stopping near an inviting island for a quiet supper on the mirror smooth impoundment.

Ultimately neither of us did any damage whatsoever to the lake's population of bass.

Then, the season's dwindling squadrons of lightning bugs twinkled in the gathering darkness as we gentled our way back toward the mooring.

I was reminded of the ageless truism, "A bad day fishing is better than a good day most anyplace else."

Yup, life is good.