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?
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?