Fishing in August?
On the lighter side of things (referring to my few last political posts), Termite and I braved the August heat earlier in the week and went fishing.
Don't bring me down!
It was already 7:45, but if memory served, the reds kept banker’s hours last June and didn’t show up to eat until around 8 or 9, so maybe that would be the case today. Second cast of the H&H gold spoon and WHAM! And then whir, as the voracious red peeled the line off the reel.
“Yea, baby! They’re here!!!!!” my voice bounced off the bank and echoed around the cove.
Bream, by any other name, would still taste the same!
Whether you call them bream, bluegill, sunfish, or patassa (pah-tah-sah) these hand-sized gifts from the freshwater pond would be well served upon any plate.
Wings of pink
make me think what a wonderful life we live in the Louisiana wetlands. Anchored in a dead-end canal, fishing on the bottom with cut mullet (provided by Bayou Fabio), a Bayou Woman reader, her hubby, and I bird watched while we wet a line. As we left the unproductive fishing spot, the birds were stirred…
Something's Fishy Day 2
Day two found me on the lake just at sunup. With this fantastic sunrise came the promise of another beautiful morning. It would be hard to pay attention to fishing with so many colors to observe in the sky, reflected on the water.
Something's Fishy!
I had a potential charter for Saturday morning that never materialized, but with conditions prime, this was the morning to cast care to the wind and go for it. Equipped with a fast boat, two rods, a couple extra plastic baits, and bottled water, I headed out to Lake Decade before daylight in anticipation that…