Behold the 7” striped bass, or striper. One of my friends misread it and thought I had caught a 7’ stripper. No, we would have thrown her back even faster!
I took this one shortly before we headed back to the boat ramp. People zipping back and forth across the bridge, not sitting in a boat with a really great guy. [Funny story: we pull into a gas station on the way to the lake so he can get some minnows. Truck pulls out while he’s inside, two guys with a trailer and cement-working tools, and the guy in the passenger seat gives me a dirty look. I just smile back sweetly behind my shades.]
May I just say that I am now a true believer in SPF45. I did not even turn pink after 4+ hours out on the water. It was a really great day, even if my sneakers now smell like lake water. I have rinsed them, and they are drying out in the shower.
I did ask the new guy if there were still two petri’s in the experiment. His response? A somewhat flustered, “Umm, yeah, I think so.” The look on his face was priceless.
But we are going fishing again. And maybe next time I will catch more than a too-small striper or the anchor rope. He caught two drums, or possibly the same drum twice. (Trash fish, not musical instruments.)
The knitting went along, but I didn’t touch it, except to move it out of the way, until I got home and took a nap. As of this moment, I am ready to graft the hatband and start picking up stitches for the sides and crown.
Life is good.
1 comment:
Glad you had fun.
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