Fishing and God

Black Lake
I go fishing every year with my father, brothers and best friends. Us hearty men go manly with cabins on Black Lake which is in northern NY state. The wives stay home by choice so we salty manly men of man are alone to drink bear, smoke cigars, tell dirty jokes, and possibly fish. We don't go Iron John and beat drums naked in the woods but close. We have a great time filled with laughs and stupid stunts to laugh about. We all are responsible fisherman who release all caught fish unharmed. I won't keep something unless I plan to eat it. I marvel at the beauty of the water, the birds and the fish and know a God somewhere created this special place. Now that I'm done boring you with mumbo jumbo, I need to take a shower and scrub the trip off my body.