It has gotten to the point that when we get to our regular spot, the blue gills are hovering there, waiting. We plop our folding camp chairs down in the water with the seats at about surface level. While one of us is reading our devotional material, the other is tossing bread or cheese into the water around our legs.
As you can see from the picture, I can now get down in the water and feed them directly out of my hand.
While it doesn't quite make up for my old 75 gallon salt water tank that I had down in Tampa, it does provide some fascination and entertainment.
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