Easter was a family day, which meant hot dogs and ultralights in "Papa's pond". My nephew would still be fishing if his parents hadn't made him leave.
It was one of those days when nothing was really happening. On a typical day, there will be a thousand bluegill staring at you, waiting for a handout. Not that day.
We went up the street, and I got one. It only looks small because I'm holding it out away from the camera.
And his looks bigger because he's not very tall.
Today was a different story. They were biting today. I know this because every time I looked down the shoreline, my fishing buddy's rod was doubled over, and a bass was leaping out of the water. I got two. Two little ones. And a blue gill. He landed seven and lost nearly the same amount. I still regret inviting him.
The gar were biting as well. There would be pictures, but every fish that took my fly came unhooked. I went 0-15!
Time to take up golf.
Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 1:04 am • 
