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outdoors Willmar, 56201
Willmar Minnesota 2208 Trott Ave. SW / P.O. Box 839 56201

here is a saying about the weather around here; "If you do not like it, wait an hour. It will change."

That has been true this year but only up to a point. It seems it is either pouring down rain or hot and humid. It may only thunder, lightning and rain for an hour or two, but then it changes back to hot and humid. The heat and humidity only lasts until the next thunderstorm.

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Over the weekend, we had an unusually long period of only hot and humid. It did not rain for almost two full days. I was getting excited. We could go fishing. I am not personally opposed to fishing in the pouring rain. I have done crazier things, such as goose hunting in a hurricane. That may not have been the smartest thing I have ever done, but we sure got a lot of geese and ducks.

My wife is the one that is opposed to fishing in a rain storm. Something about being the highest point on a body of water in a metal boat while holding a fiberglass lightning rod makes her nervous. She may be rightfully apprehensive and just in case she is correct, I follow her inclination. We never go fishing when there is lightning about or even threatening.

Hot and humid though is another thing entirely. A little fresh air is good for a person even if that air is 95 degrees. The humidity will wash off later along with the sweat that trickles down one's back and build puddles in their boots.

I could not convince my wife to leave the house. Time was wasting and we were burning perfectly good daylight hours doing things around the house using time that could have been better spent fishing. By seven o'clock that evening, the temperature had finally dropped below 90. My wife got tired of hearing my complaining and suggested we go fishing since it was so balmy and nice out. She can be a bit facetious. We jumped in the truck and were off to the lake before she could change her mind.

I must admit, a person could still work up a sweat just launching the boat and casting a lure. Fortunately, we were not forced to deal with fighting large numbers of fish. It would have been too exhausting.

My wife caught the first fish near the downed cottonwood tree in the center of the lake. It was a crappie almost six inches long. If it had been twice its size, we would have considered keeping it.

We fished as hard as two people cared to on a hot summer evening. We changed lures, caught snags, and splashed water on ourselves to keep from roasting. It was getting dark before I caught my first fish of the day. It was half the size of the only other fish caught on the outing. It attacked a bass lure almost as big as it was. At the rate we were catching fish, we were burning more calories fishing than we could get by eating the catch, if we so chose. We looked across the lake to the west where the sun had set. The cool night air was settling on the warm lake water causing a foot or two of fog to roll across the surface toward us. We pulled up our lines and motored across the glassy, smooth surface of the water. I could not resist one quick pass into the approaching fog bank. The air turned instantly cold and damp. It was almost chilly. When I turned full speed toward the dock, the night air further cooled us as the mist evaporated from our exposed skin.

This is the kind of change in the weather I enjoy. Even if only for a few hours, it is great to be outside, enjoying nature and being cool.

Walter Scott is an outdoors enthusiast and freelance writer from Bloomfield, Iowa.

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