We're a fishing family. We've never been to a lake or river or ocean. All of our fishing has taken place on the ranch in dirt tanks. When I look back at pictures from years past, they are filled with family...with horses, ranching, hunting, camping, shooting, and fishing.
I don't think we've thrown a line in the water since the kids left home though. How sad is that? So when DH asked what I wanted to do last Sunday, I piped up, "Go fishing!" And fishing we did go:
This is fence tank. When we moved here, it was the first place we fished.
The morning was absolutely perfect. Cool enough for light jackets that we shucked a few hours later. It just does not get much better than this:
We caught 12 Bass. Well, perhaps I ought to amend that. DH caught 11,
I caught one. LOL.
We only brought home 3 to eat and threw the rest back to be caught another day.
These tanks were once filled with Catfish and Perch and Bass and Sunfish, but the drought dried all, but 2 of the tanks up. We have even made desperate attempts at rescuing some of the fish and relocating them to the tanks that still had water, both here and in Texas.
Lots of good memories have been made at the end of a fishing pole around here:
And there are more to be made!
Many men go fishing all their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after...Henry David Thoreau