ColdWaterFshr

Been traveling the past few days. Primary fermentation has settled way down, but still going (day 6). I’m so out of practice with brewing that I think messed up by not using enough water in my boil. All DME, not full grain. So forgive me. But I’m about a gallon light which will make this beer bigger towards the imperial side. We’ll see. Was too lazy to do hydrometer readings. Never could read that thing very well anyway. So I got home and decided to rack to secondary and add my 3 lbs of fresh raspberry that I had crushed wit a potato masher and colander and then threw a couple campden tablets into a vented ziplock and stored in the fridge. Have them in mesh bags in secondary and waiting to see if secondary gets a second wind with fresh sugars added. I don’t like the head space in my secondary, but the o2 should scrub out quick enough as it’s still bubbling. Stay tuned.

Forgive my improper thread placement as my memory betrays me yet again . . . . yes, I do recall that now . . . . . . though technically this is still "cooking", and not yet brewing . . . . at least not till I pitch the San Diego Super Strain yeast here in a minute. It smells wonderful.

Imperial Raspberry Wheat with homegrown hops.

Very witty, Net Boi! Find that on the Net I Bet? 🤪

pretty bright here in Ballwin a half hour ago

Yeah, its very low. Didn't do much rowing at all, but we weren't in any hurry.

Enjoyable day out on the water yesterday chasing some bronze against a backdrop of burnished amber and gold. Didn’t catch a lot of fish, but enough to keep things interesting. My buddies new drifter is super sweet.

Very sorry to hear this about your son, Ollie.

Same here. Never once have I fished soft hackles. That looks like a giant one.

My middle daughter, age 23, is halfway through an accelerated nursing program in downtown St. Louis. She came home today saying she had a tough day at work, and I replied that I did too . . . .but it didn't compare. She said she was assigned a patient today who intentionally laid his arm across a train track, up to the armpit, and let it be severed. He brought the severed arm with him into the hospital a few days ago and is recovering. She accompanied him to a group mental health therapy session where some artist came in with his guitar and played Bob Dylan songs, which he seemed to enjoy as if nothing had happened. I'm sure much worse is ahead for her in the years to come. So much incomprehensible suffering, and I worry about her own mental health in dealing with it.

I think Roaring River was my first real fishing trip.. Not sure if that was my first fish catching experience or not. Possibly my first fish ever caught was a bluegill at one of the lakes at Southern Hills subdivision in Springfield around 1976. A small chunk of hot dog under a red and white plastic bobber. This later led to many early morning expeditions at Lake Springfield, Fellows Lake, Lake McDaniel, Taneycomo, and Stockton lakes. Zebco 202's progressed to 404's. Then Daiwa ultralight spinning rod combo's. Was really impressed with Shakespeare Ugly Stick and its unbreakableness . . . until I fished with a Fenwick graphic rod mated to a Browning Mitchell and later a Shimano Cardinal spinning reel. Trout and crappie were the first obsessions. Largemouth, smallmouth, and walleye all came later.

Tell us more about this girl. Is she pretty? If so, you should at least take an interest in learning about them machines. But then you run the risk that your wife might pick up on this phony interest of yours and get jealous which could lead to unintended consequences. Yeah, probably better to stay in the man cave.

Brown to Blue, please pardon me this detour on such a fine occasion for a day of dual enjoyment of a magnificent Brown and the mighty Blue (Angels). I went into a reverie, though of different meanings. One of my favorite songs.....