Tonight I went fishing with my partner in crime, Deanna, at her beautiful little lake at her house in the country. Shortly after arriving at D's house, Luna came tearing through the yard to greet me; Otto was hobbling along just behind her. Luna is a happy-go-lucky black cattle dog mut and Otto is a laid back beautiful brindle Pit Bull terrier with an awesome smile. After a short tour of the house and a quick supper for the dogs, we and the pups piled into the truck to drive to the lake.We began fishing off the dock and the fish weren't biting much. It seemed the moment D's line hit the water she had a fish yanking on the other end. Meanwhile, in between a few bird's nests, I had a few hard hits but failed to set the hook. We took a short walk over to the rocky bank to try our luck. Again, a few fish checked out my pink worm, but nothing took it. We failed to catch fish off the rocks, so we decided to take the boat for a whirl around the lake.
I sunk my bait just before the vegetation near the edge of the pond. I felt through the vibrations in my pole that something was tickling my worm. I
wiggled it a bit and reeled some line in and waited for the hit. Just then I felt a tug and yanked back, the hook was set! The fish gave a good fight and D cheered me on. As I reeled the fish in, I thought about my grandpa - he gave me the custom built rod I was using. I knew how proud he'd be to see me land that fish. I'm going to print some of the pictures and put them in the mail to him.As the sun retired for the evening, we continued to catch fish while bats flew overhead catching insects on the wing, coyotes howled, screech owls in adjacent woods trilled from their perches, and a lone muskrat swam to his den. We kept five or six fish in all and D let a couple of fish go. She's a real bassmaster! ;)
We had such a blast landing lunkers!
