Big Bass Lake always had days with great clouds over the lake. Some could even stretch imagination to extreme limits. Often I could take a cloud pattern a build a rather interesting yarn around it. Depending on the time of day, those stories could even be rather scary. Can you imagine a cloud actually being a flying saucer somewhat concealed?

Young boys sure could and did! I almost thought some of those yarns had them envisioning those clouds landing. Maybe even at the depression on our field? Perhaps that is where I should take the boys for a night story?