Fishy things!

There were several title options for the post.  And there are so many things I’d like to include, or should I break things up and spread things out over time?

First off, I owe somebody an engraved Community Coffee Scoop.  Since there was no real winner of the on-the-sly-comment-contest I ran last week, I guess I’ll have to do a random drawing.  Or just point to the screen and see whose name it lands on.  I’ll do that.  BRB.

FOAM HEART!!!  Goldie!  You won a scoop!  Please email me your mailing address, and I’ll get that off to you right away!

Now, on with the post.

Fish, fish and more fish.  It was a very fishy weekend.  First off, I was supposed to have a somewhat high-pressure charter Saturday that never materialized.  Then I was supposed to have a more low-key chater, which never came together.  But I knew, I just felt it in my old fishing bones that Saturday was going to be a good day.  Three days before the full moon.  Falling tide.  Cool at night, warmer in the day.  E to SE winds blowing across my favorite lake.

Maybe, just maybe the trout are going to show up in great numbers and be HUNGRY!

But before I give that report, I need to back up a few weeks.  I’m not sure how I failed to post this.  RendRed and LilSis came down a couple weeks ago.  I took him fishing, and I think we caught about 20 trout.  That’s just an okay trip, considering a meat haul is 25 per person–I mean the limit.

But somewhere out there in the marshes of Terrebonne Parish is a one-eyed trout.  How, you might ask, would I know that?

Well, there we were, hauling in the trout, one after the other, when I hooked one and as I was reeling it in, it “spit” the hook. I really hate when that happens, but it does happen if the hook is not set good in the lip.

But when I reeled the empty hook in, it had something on it.  Something very strange.  Not grass.  Not seaweed.  What is that thing?

Ewwww.  Gross.  I think it’s a trout eyeball.

It is a trout eyeball.  I am so sorry for maiming that poor trout.  I can’t tell you how badly I felt.  Until Brad made a game out of it, that is.  The challenge? Let’ see who can catch the One-eyed Trout!

Okay, folks, lighten up.  We just have to laugh, lest we cry.  I just hope it survived.   I’m sorry, very very sorry, little trout.

Fishing extravaganza to be continued!

Oh, and Blufloyd was down at the Fourchon.  I didn’t see him, but heard he caught a bunch of fish.  Blu?  Would you like to do a guest post, with pics?

Later,

BW