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!
Early one morning last week while it was still cooler outside, I was in the backyard practicing casting a fishing lure. I want to be able to place it better. Then all of a sudden, a cat came running out from under my truck to grab the lure. I jerked, thinking it would be nice if the fish would come charging like that after the lure. The lure flew up behind me, and a different cat came out of the woods to grab it. They must have been watching me the entire time. I yanked again, but the cat got tangled up in the fishing line and ran back into the woods. I let the drag out then cut the line so I wouldn’t hook the cat.
I went to get my gloves and pruning shears. I wanted to help the cat, but I didn’t want to get all clawed up. These are wild cats that don’t let you get too close. Well, the cat somehow untangled itself! After I cut down some briers, I saw the lure lying on the ground. I was glad to get the lure back, but there was no sign of the cat. I was doubly blessed. The cat wasn’t hurt, and my lure wasn’t lost! I’ll do my fishing in the water from now on.
Badona hangs things in the bathroom and on the doorknobs, but I haven’t had a place to hang my lures. I like to touch up my fishing lures with paint from time to time. Now I’ve found the perfect place to hang them. It’s a lamp chain in the kitchen. I think they look pretty good up there. I guess I could hang them out in the shed, but it’s been pretty hot out there, in the upper 90’s and even 100’s. It’s a cool 78 degrees inside the house. I can’t wait to see how these freshwater lures will do. When I saw where and how the striped bass were hitting on my lure, I made some alterations to these.
I hope we all can learn something and keep learning and not be afraid to try something new. There may be some interesting results. We’ll never stop learning in heaven and the New Earth!
I went fishing last Wednesday and caught a few shad that I put back into the water. A man was there with his black lab. He was straight-line fishing and had four brim on a stringer. He moved to the boat dock and caught another one that he laid on the dock then put his line back in the water. The fish was flopping around and his dog went to it and pushed it with his nose until the fish fell off the dock. “That’s my supper!” the man screamed. Then he moved down to where a tree overhung the river. He climbed out on the tree and let his line down and caught another one. This one was larger, and he threw it to the bank. Well, the fish was flopping and the dog started to push it with its nose. “No, you don’t!” the man yelled as he got off the tree, slipped in the mud, but saved his fish. He caught one more before he left with six fish on his stringer. As he walked past me, slushing with wet mud, he said, “Next time, I’m leaving Jojo at home!” Fishing is good entertainment!