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     I know this picture doesn't exactly look like the essence of tranquility, and I guess it's not. As you can see there is a little breeze blowing out of the Northwest I believe. However, the grey skies and rows of mist hovering over the mountains are a pleasant reprieve from the scalding hot weather we've been having. For what seemed like days on end we've had hot sunny weather. I know, I know, when it's cold and snowing and blowing, I'm complaining about that, so you would think that when the weather heated up and the sun came out I'd be tickled pink. It's more like sunburned red. If we could just experience a happy medium, you know, a few days of cloudy weather, maybe a day or so of refreshing rain and then two or three days of sunshine with temps up to about seventy degrees or so. When I 'm fishing I would prefer a high overcast sky or clouds with a misty rain so that I don't get drenched when I go out to the cockpit to pull a fish or two. What we've had lately though was sunny weather with temps in the mid eighties. Frankly, it's just too hot. I don't like to take my shirt off because I don't care for the sunburn that I 'll inevitably get, so I end up sweltering. It was even too hot to sleep the other night. I felt like I was back in Ohio on a summer evening. The sun and extreme heat always brings out the horseflies. If you've ever been bitten by one, you know that they don't just take a dainty little nibble out of your flesh, they take a mouth full that leaves a welt that you could plant a flag on. Those sapsuckers! I hate them intensely. When I'm out fishing on hot sunny days we have an ongoing battle with each other. If I'm out on the deck they are constantly flying around harassing me, waiting for a moment when my back is turned so they can take a chunk out of me. It's really hard for me to concentrate on my fishing, I'm so busy watching for those devious monsters. I arm myself with the wash down hose and blast the little suckers right out of the air like they were enemy aircraft. I take great delight in   looking at their saturated bodies as I wash them over the side of the boat. If they could talk they might beg for mercy, but I can assure you, there would be none. If your'e gonna come after me, be prepared to pay the price.When I'm inside the cabin they come flying in like they own the place. Almost always they make the fatal mistake of landing on one of the windows that faces forward. It is with the greatest of pleasure that I take off my hat and pummel them repeatedly until they fall dead or wounded onto the floor. They other day I think I must have killed at least fifty. They just keep on coming like Ghengis Khan and the Mongol hordes. I did get a reprieve while out fishing on Monday. The National Weather Service came on channel 16 and said there was a high wind warning due to thunder and lightning storms passing through the area. The wind could be blowing sixty and those stupid horseflies would grit their teeth and fly onward. However, they hate the clouds and rain. Thank God I live in a rainforest!