Knoll Lake

Another weekend is upon me, which means I’m heading backing to the Mogollon Rim. I will attempt to find and explore the Blue Ridge Reservoir on Sunday, but I decide to spend my Saturday rumbling along the Mogollon Rim road towards Knoll Lake.

Dusty and dirty is the way through the pine forests of this area. Eventually I come to the picturesque setting, and decide to walk around the lake to escape the crowds and boats near the launch area.

My fishing pole feels like a divining rod, finding the Earth’s energy below and sending it coursing through my cells. I let the line slide effortlessly through my fingers, slowly reel and watch for the subtle movement of a fish investigating the bait at the other end.

There are no fish for me today, but it is mostly due to my lack of skills. I’ve seriously lapsed over the years in my fishing prowess. I need to work on regaining those skills I once had before retirement is upon me.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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