Panama Red

I was hoping to get down to the creek before sunup, but I was a little late. I had a few orange spider flys which I wanted to test this morning. What should I name the flys? How about Panama Red? Sure, I know they are orange, but I had orange hair as a child, and they called me a red-head.

Further proof that a mind is a terrible thing. I was singing Panama Red, but couldn't remember the artist. Just before I got to the creek, I remembered, it was the New Riders of the Purple Sage.

This evening I downloaded "The Adventures of Panama Red." I once owned it on LP, but never found it on CD. Thanks itunes.

The creek was still muddyed up from Friday's rain. Thankfully one little bluegill jumped up to keep me from getting skunked.