Bees Fest

By the time I caught my breath he was walking away- I yelled thank you- he turned and said It happened to me some years back and walked away- I called out as he went out of sight, to exhausted to even stand. To this day I don't know if he was a ghost or just some kind man

I was lucky if there was even one person on the entire lake, but I was up to my armpits when I started yelling help- within 10 min. a man in his 70s said calmly `catch this knife`I told him I was stuck real bad- he said I know- cut off you waders, and tossed me the knife- I did- and he reached out his walking stick and pulled me out.

almost an hour went by and the water was to my chest- I had mud to my knees and couldn't move-I tried everything- The lake had 4 fingers dug out a half mile each and 40 ft wide- to promote spawning I guess?

Bees love me- I hate bees- I was chased by a king bee in AK through thick brush while carrying 2 fishing rods my hip waders and an Igloo ice chest for a quarter mile- when it got within 5 feet I ran around a tree- it did the same and then off we went again- near the end I lost it by dropping my gear and running as fast as I could. an hour later I was up to my knees fly fishing- didn't realize I was sinking in the mud past my ankles- on top of that the lake was rising 5 inches every 15 minutes

Great entry for Brian's April Footle Contest, JAM! No pleasant memory with this one, though..I still run from bees....Good luck in Brian's sponsored contest, JAM...Love, Audrey

Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today Jimmy. Wishing you a week full of love and inspiration and the best to you in the contest. Love, Carol

Thank you for supprting my contest. Jimmy.Rgds Brian and thanks for your recent kind words.

Those Bees stings,I had few of them,holding tight to my ice cream..a good one- Charma

Brings back many painful memories of those nasty yellowjackets! -Robert