03-15-2014, 01:34 AM
First angling adventure for my new pup Misty, and lordy she is a treat! What a great pup- hangs out, doesn't run off, or leave me worrying where she's gone now. Stayed out of my bait and off my hooks. Glued to my side, granted she got to be a muddy mess, but what's a water dog to do!
After a few errands (including her rabies vac) and a stop at the minnow pool for a collection - we headed down to the river, Da Bear.
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Serendipitous - Alison Kraus's "Down to the river and pray" just came on Pandora. Today my prayer's were answered, after a few pitches the mist rose up in my mind that the fish just weren't there, too early, too cold, too windy, too muddy.
THEN my prayers were answered - had a BIG take, and my bobber bounced, the dove and ran. Hook set, and a big fight. Thought I had a bass on as it ripped line. Tightened down the drag, and got a good look - tall shiny and silver. My first spring Crappie - firmly hooked through the roof.
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Flipped to shore the greeting party awaited. Eager to lap at the oozing slime of the footlong slab, we paused for a picture, then time to turn back to the muddy shoreline. Not too long later another fathead fell prey, and a repeat performance. These weren't no skinny dinks, again had a fight on my hands. Knowing these papermouths like to live up to their name - caution ensued. This old -used to be white- marabou jig should have been retired LONG ago. But - hey, it produced yet again. This one clocked in at a solid 13. (ha - some brag about it going to 11!)
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Misty was muddy, and I think her patience was waning, so we called it a day. I'll admit EVERY fish I caught this day was bagged and tagged, all both of them. Now had 48 of their best friends come to play, would have had the game of selective harvest to contend with. As it were, some nice fat filets sit in an ice bath with some Tony Chachere's spice to salt 'em up a bit.
[inline "13 Incher smells good.jpg"]
There's gonna be a Fry this Friday! Good way to burn some vacation on a fine afternoon. Beats working, eh?
After a few errands (including her rabies vac) and a stop at the minnow pool for a collection - we headed down to the river, Da Bear.
[inline "Misty Heart Crappie.jpg"]
Serendipitous - Alison Kraus's "Down to the river and pray" just came on Pandora. Today my prayer's were answered, after a few pitches the mist rose up in my mind that the fish just weren't there, too early, too cold, too windy, too muddy.
THEN my prayers were answered - had a BIG take, and my bobber bounced, the dove and ran. Hook set, and a big fight. Thought I had a bass on as it ripped line. Tightened down the drag, and got a good look - tall shiny and silver. My first spring Crappie - firmly hooked through the roof.
[inline "Shes Loving It.jpg"]
Flipped to shore the greeting party awaited. Eager to lap at the oozing slime of the footlong slab, we paused for a picture, then time to turn back to the muddy shoreline. Not too long later another fathead fell prey, and a repeat performance. These weren't no skinny dinks, again had a fight on my hands. Knowing these papermouths like to live up to their name - caution ensued. This old -used to be white- marabou jig should have been retired LONG ago. But - hey, it produced yet again. This one clocked in at a solid 13. (ha - some brag about it going to 11!)
[inline "Muddy Waters.jpg"]
Misty was muddy, and I think her patience was waning, so we called it a day. I'll admit EVERY fish I caught this day was bagged and tagged, all both of them. Now had 48 of their best friends come to play, would have had the game of selective harvest to contend with. As it were, some nice fat filets sit in an ice bath with some Tony Chachere's spice to salt 'em up a bit.
[inline "13 Incher smells good.jpg"]
There's gonna be a Fry this Friday! Good way to burn some vacation on a fine afternoon. Beats working, eh?
