A Fish Story

More from our vacation.

We spent a lot of time fishing last week. I really don't care what I catch, big or little, Bluegill, Sunfish, Perch or even Rock Bass but Sean only likes the big ones. He doesn't like the "squeakers" as he calls them to waste his time. I've been fishing since I was a kid and with three girls our dad was pretty busy putting on worms and taking off fish. When you're the oldest, you wait for everything while the younger ones get taken care of first. Hence I started doing it myself. I won't do it when the fish swallows the hook though and I hate it when the fish ends up being seagull food.

One of the many pan fish I caught, this one was just a baby.
As I said I can bait my own hook and take off my own fish but Sean volunteered to

be to take care of the worm part, after all as he says, he is the master baiter.

This perch I caught while Sean was getting something from the car. It's pretty big as far as perch go. I took a picture of it because he wouldn't believe me if I told him how big it was. :)
We always catch and release.


One night I didn't bring my pole when we went fishing, I was reading a good book but Sean was just bringing up the dreaded squeakers so I took his pole for a while. Low and behold, look what I pulled in; a "just legal" Bass! It even broke water while I was reeling it in. He was so jealous and his mission was to catch one bigger than mine. Did he succeed? No. I must be a better hooker than him. Notice my swollen knee, it has been six weeks since I have walked without limping. I swear for awhile all I needed was a hunchback and I could pass for Quasimoto. It is getting better v e r y s l o w l y.


Here is one of Sean's cutest catches. An infant Perch. Yes Sean, I will tell the nice people that do read this blog that you did catch some bigger fish.

But none bigger than my Bass ;)

I'll leave you with another beautiful sunset.