I was pooped, so when DH told me to get ready, I was going with him on Thursday morning, I wasn't very chipper about it. He didn't tell me where we were going and when I asked him if I needed my gloves he said no. But when I walked to the truck, he had loaded Skeet and a couple of fishing poles and my mood became instantly sunny. *grin* Praise God for this dear man!
And yes, I would still praise God for him even if we hadn't gone fishing. :) There ain't nothing that a couple hours around the old fishing hole can't fix!
We've had about 4 days of awful wind, with another 3 forecasted, but the morning was still and perfect. I divided my time between fishing and taking pictures, but I absolutely wanted to capture the morning fun:
And the fish were biting:
Skeet was delighted, but he wasn't quite ready to plunge in completely. DH said if I got in with Skeet, he'd jump right in. Ummm...no.
He scoured the edge of the dirt tank, eagerly taking in his new surroundings:
He didn't venture far from DH when a fish was on the line:
Skeet's first fish:
And he took his job of 'keeper of the fish" very seriously:
Skeet knows a good thing when he sees it:
Hey, where are you going with my fish?
Guess I'll just have to catch my own!
LOL. Little toot saw the fish moving on the stringer at the edge of the water and snagged one. I love this picture. He didn't know what to do with the slimy fish and he either let go or the fish thrashed about enough that he lost his grip.
One happy puppy:
Fishing is a team sport around here:
We only fished for a couple of hours, checking waters as we drove back, but it was just the perfect break we needed and we both felt rejuvenated and enjoyed a fresh grilled fish dinner at noon. Needless to say, I think Skeet enjoyed his introduction to fishing too: