Not long after we arrived, we saw the hatchery truck dumping fish into our pond. We certainly hoped that this was a good sign. Lots of fish in the pond must mean that we'll catch them, right?
Barbara and I took the chairs and found a nice, shady spot on the bank. Certainly you didn't think we'd stand, did you?
It wasn't too long till Larry had a bite. He even hooked that bad boy - or so we thought. We did see it - as it escaped his hook just before he got it onto the bank. No really, we did see it. I'd guess it was about 6 or 7 inches long. But tricky enough to get off his line before it was too late.
Julian was the winner, though. After we had lunch, he reeled in the one and only fish of the day. But that counts. One fish is better than none. One is better than being skunked. One is better than we'd done there last week... or last year for that matter. Wanna see the big honkin' prize-winner? Look closely!
You may want to click on this photo and see it in it's larger format. The big bad fish is hard to see in this reduced picture.
Julian says he's been catching fish in the creek behind our coach. He even kept one, hoping for more and enough for a meal. But when they stopped biting, he nursed the one back to health and released him back into the creek. I know he's been catching them. I believe him! He just hasn't been taking his camera so that he can prove it to everyone.
2 comments:
Julian, that is quite the catch there! Glad you all weren't skunked though. Simply beautiful country.
OK, guys! It's been a week, we want MORE!!!!!
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