So I walked down the dirt road with my main squeeze when we passed a gas station then walked by the dump and there was a truck driver trying to back one out but he was full, until he dropped his load then moved on.  We kept walking until we saw a dog who had caught a small animal.  When he saw us he let the squirrel go and it was like a missle being launched.  At the pond we sat on stools and fished for brown troat, lucky I finished the paperwork and got my fishing license.  A log was floating as our lures plopped in the water.  On the way back home a trucked tooted as it went by.  The day was a blast, what a relief after so much pressure at work.