Family, friends, catfish and construction
I left Lewes last Sunday morning at 5:30 a.m., still dark but with the lightest touch of a dawning glow in the east. The rising sun pushed me across the peninsula - over the Broadkill, the Mispillion, the Murderkill and the Choptank rivers until I reached the gentle waters of the Chester.
A nice quiet morning ride, little traffic, country roads, drying corn and cooing doves. My journey across the peninsula always takes me through sleepy Sandtown.
Before leaving town I stopped by Joe Morris's shop at Lewes Harbour Marina. He hooked me up with some righteously stinky menhaden chum, bloodworm-scented squid, a few hooks and sinkers - all designed to help our team - Coke's Catters - in the annual Chester River Catfish Tournament.
I'm happy to report the bait worked well - especially the soft crabs brought by Capt. Coke. Larry caught our biggest fish and it was big enough to win the side bet I had with Casey and his team, Casey's No-Catters.
We slicked Casey's crisp Ben Franklin against the side of our winning fish, snapped a few pictures, and then enjoyed the joyful ambience of friends and families gathered together to eat, drink and lie.
Does it get any better?
Here are some photos from the day and some other miscellaneous images that made their way into my camera over the past week.