"Catching the BIG ones"

Well, I finally conjured up a fishing party that could make it to our little lake before sun-up, (when the fish are biting). The only problem was that the fish apparently didn't know they were supposed to be biting. My son-in-law, Tony, and my grandson, Trenton came over from Hays very early this morning in what I can only deem a successful attempt to out-fish grandpa. Trenton, who didn't appear to be very pleased about the time of day it was, still managed to catch two fish, although I secretly believe his dad was helping, as Trenton is only three years old, and spent much of his time trying to "call" in a moose by uttering "moose-like" noises into the hollow iron pipe on the boat ramp gate, (which I'm sure is the same tactic that Daniel Boone would have used, had their been moose in Pennsylvania or North Carolina). I'm not entirely sure that he didn't actually succeed, either. I thought I maybe caught a glimpse of one, but then again, I was involved in heavy drinking last night. Tony, who obviously over-estimated our little lake, brought a fishing pole that his grandad had left to him, and which was obviously designed for catching huge, man-eating sharks in deep-sea fishing movies. He did catch a small bull-head on it though, even though the fish wasn't quite big enough to take the slack out of the line. I caught one small bass on a lure, probably because it felt sorry for me. I did have Diana's old pole in action too, but it was constantly pestered by the type of fish that would take the worm off the hook, and then casually pull the bobber under water so as to let you know that it's time to put another worm on the hook. That's one of the great things about fishing though! It's not really how many you catch, or even how big they are. It is, in my eyes, mainly just a chance to get together and watch the kid's play, and maybe see if they'll cuss like grandpa when they lose a fish. Fishing also gives you a great opportunity to tell the other people in your party what rotten luck they bring to your favorite fishing spot, mostly because you always catch the big ones here, but somehow, today, they don't seem to be biting. Weird, huh? And just last weekend you caught a perch in this exact same spot that required a front-end loader to lift it into your truck, plus, the camera on your cell-phone was malfunctioning, and the front-end loader operator was suddenly abducted by hostile alien beings from another planet, otherwise, you'd have proof! It's really no wonder why fishing and drinking beer go together so well!