My name is Rusty. You might see me sometimes online as William. That's my real name, but Rusty's kind of a nickname that stuck with me. In any rate, my history is that I'm a recently retired physician. I was in practice for many years in big urban inner city hospitals. I was a cancer

I was a cancer specialist during that time, just retired a year and a half or so ago.

And living a retired life now with fishing and golfing and seeing my grandson and that sort of

thing.

At any rate, the sighting of mine actually precedes the time when I became a physician.

It was when I was in college, which was then in 1980.

This was the summer of 1980, and I was working as a lifeguard at a lake in Arkansas, and this lake was just across the Mississippi River from Memphis, just south of West Memphis, Arkansas. It was called

Blue Lake. It's not there, or the lake is there, but it's not, it's in private property now, and it's,

it's not open to the public

anymore. But at any right, this lake kind of functioned as a swimfish picnic camp resort at the time.

So they hired college kids to be lifeguards, and that's what I was doing that summer.

Any right, so myself and the other primary lifeguard would work during the day,

then we would clear the swimmers out in, you know, like seven or something.

And most nights, he and I would then go fishing.

We had a boat there that we could take out onto the lake,

and we would go fishing, just slowly trolling up and down

the edge of the water for whatever freshwater species were going to Cropi or Bram or Bass.

And we do this most nights, and this particular night was in probably late June, although I'm

not exactly sure, but it was certainly in that summertime.

So it was very bright, it was very hot that summer.

That summer, in fact, and that may be a note of interest.

The summer of 1980 in that area was one of the hottest on record in decades.

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