A couple of weeks ago Johnny, Alvin, and I took a trip to Hampton where we went out on the Ocean Eagle. The only fish we caught were too small to keep. The Captain kept drifting over the same place. I guess he expected something different to happen. It was a lousy fishing trip, but he still wanted $40 per person plus a tip for the mate.
Here at home, Johnny invited me to go croaker fishing. We changed it to striper fishing. The Potomac River is a lot cleaner! I caught a 25 incher. This is what we expected to catch on the charter boat. We caught out limit and put others back.
Badona’s page just turned fishy. I fished for one and a half hours yesterday and caught my first fish. Actually, I caught three, all of them hickory shad. I’m looking forward to Thursday when I can get back to the river!
It’s January and I’m suffering from fishing withdrawal. I haven’t been fishing in over a month. I missed all of December. I’ve had some other things to deal with that God gave me to do. That took my mind off of fishing. Tying shad rigs helps as well as working on Erick’s boat. But I still dream of fishing. I’d tell you about my last dream fishing on the James River, except it doesn’t make sense. But we caught fish! I don’t want to wish time away, but I’ll be glad with March gets here!
Another fishing story—who wants to hear about working, which I have been doing a lot of lately. Retired life is a busy, full life! Back to fishing: Johnny and I went out on Sunday. We talked about not going but the weather changed and the wind was to be 5 to 10 miles per hour. Sunday morning was damp and drizzly, but we still headed down the road. A deer hit the side of Johnny’s truck. It left blood and hair and a small dent. But we still went fishing. After getting to the river, the wind was blowing 25 to 30 miles per hour. We still took the boat out. By 1 pm we were beat to the point of being sore. Also, we lost another anchor. We were surprised when it finally grabbed. The wind blew so hard, the anchor wouldn’t hold.
Even though we were tired and worn out, the Lord blessed us with four stripers. We should have stayed at home and rested up for work on Monday! God sends us signs that draw us to Him. Do we take the time to see them, or are we too intent on going fishing?
The Fall is my favorite time of the year. The air gets fresh, and even though I can’t see the leaves changing colors too well, I like hearing them crunch under my feet. I don’t understand why people are so worried about getting the leaves up. They disappear on their own.
Fishing is great in the Fall. Bigger fish strike the lure. I don’t know what I like best, the fish hitting the lure or the pull and the fight. I don’t care if they get off. Most of them make it into the boat, and then you have to be careful in getting the lure out of the fish’s mouth and not hurting the fish or getting a hook into yourself.
I am looking forward to having an open window for sleeping.
Friday Johnny took me fishing again. This fishing story is different. I do enjoy all kinds of fishing, and I know I write a lot about it. To me, when I get to go fishing, I’m being blessed!
We caught a few fish, enough to satisfy the cats! The unusual thing was that I hooked a fishing rod by the handle and got it into the boat. It was an Ugly Stick, medium. I gave it to Johnny.
We continued to fish, hoping to get some stripers, when a stroke of luck happened to me again. I caught two smaller stripers on the same lure at one cast! Both of them hit the same lure at the same time. Johnny took the photo for me to share with you.
A couple of weeks ago Johnny and I were out fishing on his boat in the Rappahannock River. We did very well, catching stripers. Four were keeper size! Too bad we can’t keep them right now. I hope they will be there in the Fall. Earlier in the month, we were fishing at the mouth of the Potomac River and caught stripers there, also. Years ago I used to catch bluefish, trout, and flounder. They all seem to be gone now.
Well, back to that day a couple of weeks ago. Not only did we catch stripers, we caught croakers that were a quarter to half a pound; and some of them were yellowbellies. We also caught something that was very heavy. As I was pulling up the anchor, something was coming up with it. Johnny and I both had to pull to bring it up. It was two other anchors! And one of those anchors was one that Johnny lost last year! We had to cut the rope on it last year when it wouldn’t come up. Johnny was glad to get back both his anchor and chain! They came with the boat. He had had to make another anchor to replace it. Now he has two spares. Who knows what you will catch when you go fishing. It’s an adventure!