I'm going fishing . . .
with someone else on their boat for a change!!!
The cypress cottage aka Camp Dularge is across the bayou from the camp of a delightful couple who invited me to join them on a trout hunt this morning.
You bet your bippy I would!
And maybe later I’ll be back here with some photos (if they allow) and maybe even a disgusting “box shot”.
See ya then!
I’m back home from the fishing trip and just finished cooking French toast and breakfast sausage for my “men”. Now, down to the important stuff–blogging about fishing!
D.R. called around 7 a.m. and said they were ready to go. I stood on my side of the bayou while he
lowered the big boat into the bayou, motored across, picked me up, then picked up his wife S.R. and we headed to Lake Decade.
It looked like a beautiful morning for fishing, though we knew there was a 70% chance of rain.
Apparently, we weren’t the only ones who thought the trout would be biting–there were about 13 boats circled here. We edged our way slowly in, but they must have been right on top of the fish, as we barely got a nibble. And moved on.
That D. R. is serious fisherman. As soon as the he takes the boat out of gear, he’s at the front of the boat casting. “Every man for himself!!!!” was his motto! And he was, of course, the first to haul in a keeper trout.
His lovely wife, S.R., wasn’t far behind him with this beauty. She fished the back of the boat, while D.R. fished the front. I went from one to the other.
The wind was howling, and the sky was promising rain . . .
which was soon upon us. Rather than head back home, we headed toward the west and what we thought might be fair skies. After a couple strikes of lightning, we took refuge . . .
at a nearby camp where three men were cleaning ducks killed earlier this morning. I took some photos, but I’ll spare you for now.
With the rains getting worse and nothing but clouds in sight, we decided to head home with our 26 trout caught in about two hours, thankful we had taken advantage of the fair morning while we could.
It was raining so hard, that I could not get a “box shot” for you. You’ll just have to wait for it.
December and January will be super hot trout months in this lake. Give me a call, and we’ll book you a trout trip to remember!!
Now, it’s time to get all girly and go shopping in town with my lovely Dotter.
Until next time,
I remain your trout-fishing
I’m not doing something “right” when fishing Decade. Y’all brought in more trout in 2 hrs. than we did fishing 5 hrs. on Wed. Thanksgiving Day my brother said it had been a long time since we had a fish fry, and we needed to do it soon. His not so subtle way of saying, you got some fish in your freezer and when are you going to cook them and call us to come eat. I’ll just have to try to get back down there in Dec. or Jan. since that’s when Decade is “hot”. It takes an awful lot of fish to feed my crew of 20 plus!
I’m so envious. I love trout.
I guess I need to go buy another vehicle so we can come try catch a few. Gotta give the loaner car back tonight so guess we need to get busy before y’all catch ’em all.
Steffi – Well, I’ll say this as gently as I can. You have to hold your mouth just right! Seriously, though, not suggesting that you and hubby can’t fish, but it sometimes helps to go with a guide once to sort of learn the lake and maybe some baits and techniques particular to that lake and trout this time of year. And sometimes, as you well know, it’s just sheer luck. We had to move to three spots this a.m. before we found a few, and then we had to drift and double back on the same drift pattern a few times before the hard rain and lightning chased us home. I’d be glad to exchange that tour you won last year for a fishing trip on my boat instead!!!
Rebel – Don’t be jealous! Just come on down!
RenRed – I’ll leave the porch light on for ya!! Come on, it’s time to fish some trout. The colder, the better! How’s that leg?
Shopped till my legs fell off, rolled myself home, propped myself up at the stove and cooked shrimp jambalaya for supper. Good night all.
Thanks for the trout fishing story. Since I live so far away, I will rely on your fishing stories and writing talent for now. Maybe someday!
Hoping they don’t need me through the holidays. I’ll run back down if ice fishing ain’t booming. I ran into that rain about Mile Marker 50 headed north on I-55 in Mississippi. Pastures were awash and cows were wading.
The sky shots are beautiful, BW. And all those fish! What a haul.