Fishing on Monday

Another benefit of being retired is that you can go fishing whenever you want to.  Bubba and I woke up this morning to what appeared to be a foggy, dreary day.  We decided to go fishing anyway and set out around 8:00.

One thing about fishing I have never understood is why you have to go a long way from where you start to fish.  If you fish from the hill, you try to throw out as far as you can.  If you fish from a boat, you try to throw as close to the hill as you can.  It just doesn't make sense, but that is what we have to do.  We rode down the river and went way back into a slough.

I caught the first fish that was big enough to keep.

But I have to admit that Bubba caught the biggest fish.

We fished until about noon catching nineteen bream and a catfish.

When we got home Bubba cleaned up the boat and cleaned the fish while I worked on making him a fruit cake I had been promising him.  For supper we had fried fish, potato salad and hushpuppies.  You can't beat that for a good day.