Bet my lake is bigger than your lake! LOL!
My getaway is on Grapevine Mesa near Meadview AZ. The end of the Grand Canyon is a few miles east and Lake Mead (my lake) is a few miles west (but more than 2,000 feet below me).
In this part of the country, the rains that arrive in late July and extend through August are known as "the Monsoon." But they are much appreciated in a land that receives under five inches of rain a year.
As for you, east Tennessee... large lakes... you must be near Knoxville. Go Vols!
If you are on one of those big impoundments there, your lake definitely beats mine (LOL).
The largemouth bass there (Florida strain) do too. Those bass make mine look like minners (little shad).
I am fascinated with the area you recreate in, it is beautiful.
Yep, I am in Vol country. I am not a football fan, but around here it is evident the fans, and life, evolve around football.
I am more inclined to be a Bill Dance groupie, although I am not a groupie of anything but those beautiful little spotted fawns at my feeder, and the woodpeckers in the woods nearby.
Once, when I was really stressed, I walked onto my deck and listened to hoot owls communicating, as the clouds raced past a full moon. It was the most relaxing, beautiful sight I’d ever heard/seen.
Guess the monsoons are that way there. I love rain, snow, (not the heat and humidity here), just generally love the fact I am alive and nature here is never boring.
Except maybe if I encountered a big copperhead, or timber rattler. That’s a real possibility, and probably why I wanted to be back in the country.
It’s the unknown, I guess. Even the lightening is beautiful, when it is so severe it is terrifying. Sometimes I enjoy it, AFTER I calm my English setter down. She would face a bear without fear, but lightening, it scares the devil out of her!!!!