Fishing Ain't Bad Today

I did this in an hour behind the house in Crescent.





That big cat weighs about 5 lbs and the biggest crappie about 21/2.
I quit after that big crappie, figuring I had a mess with what I had.
They're cleaned and bagged. I'm gonna go back tomorrow after some more.

Impressive...I see a fish dinner in your future...it's like I got ESPN or something....spooky.

Looks like a good meal is in your future.

Sheesh!

Don't forget your deep fryer on Saturday

Being retired is rough Glad someone was out today as it was a beautiful day.

fishing on the golf course ponds again?

Maybe, but you'll never know for sure.

So they haven't caught you with that old dynamo yet? It is so much quieter than the dynamite.

that's the size I use for bait

You remind me of the guy that bragged about catching a 7 lb crappie. When pressed about it, he said he was using a 4 lb cricket for bait.....

LOL....or the guy that caught a fish too big to fit in the boat. When asked to guess it's size he said "I can't really guess how big it was but you could see one eye on one side of the boat and the other eye on the other side".

Nden you from Texas ?

nope, but that old saying of everything is bigger in texas has to be true cause I get a hardon everytime I cross the border into texas.

me and my daughter's were eating breakfast at "the diner" in norman; if ya'll ever ate there then you've seen all the animal heads and fish on the walls that the owner mark had shot or caught;

well we was in there and my youngest about 3yo at the time is looking up above our table at a 40lb striper on the wall and she kept saying "daddy look, that's a big bish, lookat that big bish, man that is a big bish" and so on and so forth.

so the owner hears her and waddles all 400lbs of himself over to our table and he says "K, that sure is a big fish isn't it"

and K says "yep, that's a bigobish" and the owner was being all proud cause he'd caught it and all turns to my oldest daughter about 6yo at the time and he asks "A, you think that's a big fish?"

and A looks up at the fish, then back at him and with a strait face says "meh, my daddy says that's the size we use for bait"

hell she could have kicked him in the balls and not hurt his feelings as much; he steps back and takes a seat at the lunch counter and starts laughing like mad.

he looks over at me and says "L, you had to have told her to say that"

I laughed and said "nope, but she's heard me say it a few times"




another fishtale was when I was about 8yo, I was sitting in the waiting room at norman municipal hospital with my mom and pop cause I'd ran a piece of hogwire into the side of my knee and it needed some stitching when these two dudes come walking in and one has this huge fishing lure stuck to the side of his head;

they get checked in and sit down across from us and my pop hollars over to them and says "hey, looks like you caught you one of those bass tards" then the fight was on.

Don't get me telling fish stories, Nden. I've got some real corkers.
When I was sixteen the only way I thought you could run a trot line was drunk and at night.
One night about 2 AM we caught a big flat head on a trot line. Both me and my brother were loaded up on Coors and fighting the whole time we were running that line.
That cat had a dozen or so hooks in it and we had hell getting them all out.
We got back to camp at 3:30 AM or so and got my dad out of bed to see the catfish.
He opened the door on the camper and said "DAMN, that's a big fish!"
Lights came on on the trailers all around that belonged to my family.
My uncles and cousins came out to look at the big cat. Dad didn't say anything about the beer on our breath till the next day.
Needless to say we didn't drink anymore when running trot lines.
Or anywhere near the lake or even fishing in a farm pond.
That flathead weighed over 50 lbs because we got almost 30 lbs of meat after cleaned him the next morning.
We did have fun fishing at night for years when camping at the lake.
One night I caught a 10 lb channel cat on a grasshopper. Twenty minutes later my cousins and uncles were in the tall grass around the camp with flashlights looking for grasshoppers.
I can go on and on about fishing and hunting.
When I was a Navy brat, we never had money to do much. So hunting and fishing was the big entertainment and we went as often as we could when we could afford bait or ammo.

man we fish a couple hundred yards from the house; spent a many of fishing trips eating taters baked in the coals, fish we'd caught, cleaned and fried over the camp fire, some cowboy bread and drinking coke.

fun times for sure; my GF likes to fish so probably be spending a bit of time at the lake; how much depends on how bad the mosquitoes are

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