After the HDW Mobile Blog departed, we spent much of the day relaxing and recovering from the weekend activities. Getting close to dinner time, Papa asked "What should we have for dinner? " I say "I feel like fish. Lets go catch dinner." Generally, this kind of fishing hubris will anger the fishing gods, inviting a skunk on the water. Different story tonight.We were fishing for bluegill, as we thought that would be the best shot to avoid an unintended evening fast. Off to our top secret spring big bluegill spot, where we did catch a few blugs. Dad also caught this...
A nice bass, close to 16 inches, caught on a green popper. But the fishing gods demanded a sacrifice. I dropped the bass in the same wire fish basket we use to keep bluegills. The next time I checked he was gone, apparently muscling his way out of the spring trap door on the bottom of the basket.Still hungry, we kept fishing. Papa switched to the yellow spider fly Harlan tied for him (pictured on the top of this post). A few minutes later...
Another 15+ inch bass. Our secret bluegill spot is now our secret bass spot. This bass went on a stringer.
Dinner: poached bass with wine, carrots, celery, herbs, and morels over brown rice.
2 comments:
It's only hubris if you don't catch anything. Bravo! Perhaps the bluegill ate the bass?
I wonder. I guess it would be kind of like a gang killing in prison. They had him trapped and ganged up on him when they had the chance. It must have been an ugly thing to see. The Crips. The Bloods. The Blugs.
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