Family Fishing

Just a couple of days ago I was able to sneak away for a brief visit with my daughter and son-in-law. After a little visiting they offered to take me to a spot they know.  We were there less than an hour, and I caught something like 3 crappie, 4 largemouth bass, and 8-10 bluegill.  And I mean big bluegill.  Every time I looked up my son-in-law seemed to be hooked up on a fish as well.  My daughter decided she’d rather just hang out and talk with me and take a few pictures while we fished.  The trees behind me dictated the entire hour be spent trying to perfect my roll cast.  My roll cast wasn’t perfect, but the hour of fishing was.

Lots of fish willing to play along


Bass on a large articulated streamer


BIG Bluegill

Backsliding

It’s been a few years since I have fished with anything but a fly rod.  I tell myself I’m not a snob about it.  And I really don’t think I am.  So why did I feel like a backslider a few days ago when I caught a bass on a spinning rig.

For my true feelings about this, see my previous confession.http://wp.me/pS6C5-iQ 

Store Bought Flies

After attending a friend’s wedding reception this afternoon I stopped at Cabela’s to pick up some cone heads and hackle for some wooly buggers.  Feeling particularly affluent, I also dropped a buck seventy nine on a store bought Brewer’s Egg Regurgitating Leech.

A complete disclosure of my fishing and fly tying habits would reveal that if it’s a dry fly smaller than a size 16, I’m going to buy it, not tie it.  I’ll tie down to size 18 on nymphs, but am perfectly willing to offer my heard-earned cash for anything smaller.  That same disclosure would also show that I tie a lot of poppers and streamers for warm water bass and bluegill.

So, why did I buy this one?  I’m telling myself I bought it for the pattern, and will tie some myself later.  That’s what I say. . . but it’s not the truth.  The truth is, I saw a fly ready-to-fish, and in a lazy moment of weakness, paid my money and went fishing.

And now you know; I sometimes fish with store bought flies. It’s not a problem. I can quit any time.

Little Bass on Egg Regurgitating Leech

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Things That Grow

When I was child we always had a garden.  Every year we would plant, care for, and harvest tomatoes, beans, peas, onions, garlic, okra, zucchini, yellow squash, white squash, melons and more that I’m sure I just don’t remember.  The garden was always large, and we had plenty for ourselves and more than enough to share with friends.  My father let me sell fresh produce on the side of the road in front of our house to earn spending money for summer vacation.  I still remember the woman who bought lots of vegetables from me on the condition I install a large sign to advertise what I was doing (a stranger who cared and wanted to see me succeed).

Many years have passed since I had much of a garden.  So I finally got my act together to try a new type of gardening.  I have planted vegetables in straw bales. It’s something I saw on Facebook and researched a little on YouTube.  How did we garden without social media?

I’ve captioned these photos to sort of tell the story of the straw bale garden.

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