A fishing Interview, how good does it get? When I decided to do an Interview with an old friend of mine I was hoping to have fun with it but wasn't expecting what Pops offered me next as a place to do this interview. "Let's go fishing", he said, and a long plane ride and a short time later I was waking up in Pops guest room and getting ready for bass fishing and doing an interview with him about RCT2.

Early morning in the hazy green rolling mountains of Virginia is a awesome time to watch as the lazy morning sun stretches and sends it's first fiery orange rays out to greet and embrace the fertile earth and dew covered fields and lush greenery of this beautiful countryside. I watched with interest as Pops wife packed a cooler with country ham sandwiches and plenty of cold spring water and sodas. Pops sons, Dude and Big Chris were coming along to handle the boat and other stuff leaving Pops and me free to fish and do the interview.

The slow rising morning sun had turned the usual light green tea colored water of lake Anna into a shimmering silver orange that disappeared into the horizon of an azure blue sky. I was at peace with the world and ready for this trip and interview and so was Pops. The temperature was supposed to be in the high seventies this day. The mist rising from the lake gave it an almost mystical feeling as we shoved off in Pops boat, a Tracker Nitro 750 powered by a Mercury 135 Optimax. In no time we were cutting across the orange colored lake at 50 mph heading to one of Pops "secret" fishing holes.

Pops shouted at me over the drone of the engine and spray of the water and said proudly, "We're equipped with a Hummingbird LCD fish finder, Pinpoint GPS, temperature and PH reading equipment. We have a good assortment of rods and reels along with enough bait and tackle to open our own store". I wondered if we would ever get around to the RCT interview, we were having a ball. In the distance, across the lake, a Nuclear power plant reared up from the shore as if some kind of giant smoke breathing alien monster who's mission it was to guard the lake. Pops said, "We won't be going that far because the fish taste funny and glow after dark".

Finally, trolling along with our poles out basking in the warm morning sun we began a leisurely interview about RCT2. Interrupted by the occasional bite from an unsuspecting Bass and the familiar sound of a cap leaving a soda bottle we conducted the following interview. So let's get to it and I'll tell ya later who caught the biggest fish.

We were supposed to be back by noon but soft shadows of twilight were forming before we finally rolled in to Pops place. Pops caught the biggest fish but there were strong smiles on everyone's face! I don't know if it was from the most excellent day on the lake or from the delicious smells wafting out from the kitchen. Mom had prepared Pops favorite meal, a good steak and baked potato with sour cream and butter and southern style biscuits golden and warm. Some time later, after the stories and laughter and lies, Mom served up a wedge of hot apple delight and homemade vanilla ice cream. Not too much later the crickets and the fireflies joined together in concert and lulled me off to sleep in my big country bed and all was well with Boomer.

The next day, as my plane lifted off into a baby blue sky and headed out over Lake Anna, I looked down at the reflection of a reflection, as the plane seemed to move in lazy slow motion, trailing puffy, marshmallow like, white vapor trails behind it. Inside the plane heading me grudgingly back to reality and the real world, I half muttered to myself and the guy next to me... "Man those southern folks sure know how to live"! And with that insane thought still ringing in my seatmates ear, he and I and the lazy plane vanished into the pale blue horizon leaving behind what may have only been a sweet country dream.

From Boomer, Pops, and the staff at RCT South we bid you good night and sweet RCT dreams!

---Boomer---