Sunday. The day of rest. Does that include fishing?
My daughter and son-in-law came down after church for grilled hamburgers. Rach usually has this awesome naturally curly hair, but in honor of the cold front, she put the flat iron to it. And it always takes me by surprise how much she reminds me of a younger me when I see her with straight hair. I guess it’s just the hair, because other than that, we don’t look much alike.
She is, if I must say so myself, quote a lovely young woman. Hmmmm. I wonder if I could dye my hair that color?!
After lunch, MuzicMan (son-in-law) and I took off to go fishing. Again? Yep, again. Blog-readers orders!
Weather was fantastic, cool breeze, trolling the banks tossing gold spoons and catching bronze-colored
fish like the one above. Some time later, we were fishing artificial baits under a Pogeaux Pop and started catching trout along the shoreline.
They were all cookie-cutter images at about 13 inches long–just right for frying up golden delicious!
Things were going all peaceful and serene until something showed up and started harassing us . . .
Not only was he not afraid . . .
he was quite persistent, as well.
Oh, no you don’t!
We finally had to give up the trout hole and let him have it.
I don’t know who was more annoyed–him or us!!
Thanks, MM, for a great afternoon of fishing and getting hung up on gates!!!
And thanks, everyone, for encouraging me to take the weekend off to relax and enjoy life on the bayou for a while. It was super to be back out on the water!