nom nom, which is the splashy fish bait?
Went fishing just hmm, 4 or so odd hours ago, one last time before moving for work and well, making good use of my washed temporary fishing license. You know, thin paper folded up in my pants pocket, thought to have been lost forever last Saturday. Luckily, it didn't disintegrate... much. All the important information was still there though, and readable. So, all good =D
Well, there were no worms available at the pier because they still hadn't fixed their refrigerator, so we went to one of the gas stations and got a lovely cup of worms and then drove back. I went with my dad to the rocky area that juts out of the pier while my mom walked around the area.
So, when fishing, I either lost my bait, lost the fish or caught a fish. You know, normal stuff. Had a wonderful time tossing half my rod out once too... but hey, it got a fish! I caught a small largemouth bass, a small pike (I think) and a regular-sized sunfish, from what I remember my dad saying. The small ones were tossed back in, and we decided to keep the sunfish. In comparison though, my dad had nothing. Not even nibbles or lost worms! The mystery soon to be revealed...?
After catching the sunfish, I climbed down to wash my hands and slipped, soaking my sneakers and my pants. No biggie. Off came a shoe. Then a fish on my dad's line! Seeing as my lower half was already soaked, he got me to grab the net, wade in and net the fish instead of struggling to pull it up. It was a decent-sized largemouth bass, about 2.5 pounds. So we let the sunfish go and my dad strung up the bass while I took off my other shoe. We let it back into the water, planning on maybe fishing some more, but the tricky thing got under the rocks to get the twine stuck, twice. Got the whole front of my shirt wet getting it unstuck.
Seeing as I was now almost completely soaked (my back and head were dry!), we decided to call it a day. We had a great catch for dinner anyway! Sure to rule out any of my mom's protests of me being wet. I had a quick change into one of my dad's shirts and back home we went!
So, that was my evening. They keep joking that I became the bait, seeing as my dad didn't even get a bite until I slipped into the water. Of course, I was ending up netting it anyway, which was totally fun!
Oh, oh, and my temporary fishing license didn't get wet because... it was in a ziploc sandwich bag, based off my mom's suggestion to keep it from falling apart even more. WIN.
Well, there were no worms available at the pier because they still hadn't fixed their refrigerator, so we went to one of the gas stations and got a lovely cup of worms and then drove back. I went with my dad to the rocky area that juts out of the pier while my mom walked around the area.
So, when fishing, I either lost my bait, lost the fish or caught a fish. You know, normal stuff. Had a wonderful time tossing half my rod out once too... but hey, it got a fish! I caught a small largemouth bass, a small pike (I think) and a regular-sized sunfish, from what I remember my dad saying. The small ones were tossed back in, and we decided to keep the sunfish. In comparison though, my dad had nothing. Not even nibbles or lost worms! The mystery soon to be revealed...?
After catching the sunfish, I climbed down to wash my hands and slipped, soaking my sneakers and my pants. No biggie. Off came a shoe. Then a fish on my dad's line! Seeing as my lower half was already soaked, he got me to grab the net, wade in and net the fish instead of struggling to pull it up. It was a decent-sized largemouth bass, about 2.5 pounds. So we let the sunfish go and my dad strung up the bass while I took off my other shoe. We let it back into the water, planning on maybe fishing some more, but the tricky thing got under the rocks to get the twine stuck, twice. Got the whole front of my shirt wet getting it unstuck.
Seeing as I was now almost completely soaked (my back and head were dry!), we decided to call it a day. We had a great catch for dinner anyway! Sure to rule out any of my mom's protests of me being wet. I had a quick change into one of my dad's shirts and back home we went!
So, that was my evening. They keep joking that I became the bait, seeing as my dad didn't even get a bite until I slipped into the water. Of course, I was ending up netting it anyway, which was totally fun!
Oh, oh, and my temporary fishing license didn't get wet because... it was in a ziploc sandwich bag, based off my mom's suggestion to keep it from falling apart even more. WIN.