Sounds like a couple of birthdays, does it not?
Well, you’re right on one count–the Sweet 16.
But first let me tell you about the Sweet 22.
As you all know, we had a cold snap with a little ice and snow–unheard of down here in the tropics, especially before the first day of winter even arrives.
And you also know, if you read the previous fishing post, that the cold water gave the speckled trout a good case of lock jaw on Friday.
Saturday got gradually warmer, though I didn’t fish because of family duties (wink wink, and extremely high winds and white caps on the lake).
But late in the evening I got a tip that the trout might be holed up in the middle of the bayou in certain places near my old house down the bayou.
First thing this morning, while all the rest of the bayou was either duck hunting or sleeping in, I sneaked down the bayou to see if I could find those sneaky trout. And that I did.
I caught over 30 trout this morning before 9 a.m. on . . .
this. And let me tell you, it was sweeeeet! Even though the limit of keeper trout is 25, I only brought home 22. Five of the 30 were under 12 inches and went back into the bayou to grow bigger, which left 25.
Here are the 22 I brought home. I just couldn’t bear to post one more box shot, so I laid them on the cleaning table. I’m sorry they look so dead.
Would anyone like to guess what happened to the other three fish?
After lunch, those of the family who were not out working on the water had a very special party for a very special young man . . .
who happens to be a New Orleans Saints fan.
While Termite lit the candles, it did my heart good to see such great joy
over such a simple pleasure like a birthday cake, candles, and . . .
the singing of the birthday song. Oh that we could all be so happy, huh?
And when I see the awe and wonder of a child in this teenager, it makes me think that I am the less fortunate and he is the more blessed.
Miah’s birth was difficult, with a last-minute section becoming necessary. My friend Vance, who comments here, was at the hospital praying during the labor and delivery.
It truly was a memorable time of silent nights, calm and bright . .
Afterward, she and her family visited with us through the Christmas holidays.
Together we marveled at the miracle of life, as another friend, Sue, helped me see the “perfection in the imperfection”.
From fishing to birthdays, life and blessings abound on the bayou!