Sorry for my absentia Saturday morning — I was, as I mentioned Friday, ‘gone fishin’.’ And for all you who prayed that our day would be blessed with fish, thank you. God was bounteous with his blessings that day, giving us not only fish but a very pleasant early morning temperature freed of the ordinarily clamoring heat, and, of course, some stories to remember for long to come.
Here I am fighting the 'one that got away'
Being something of a cynic, I’ve always laughed when I heard the expression, “But you shoulda seen the one that got away.” Now I have my own such story. A large redfish (I had already caught one of these gorgeous creatures, and no, I had no trouble whatsoever watching it hanging there on the hook!) which I chased around the boat with the captain and my husband both telling me when to reel and when to lay off…We (I say that because I consider we worked as a team) had him within two feet of the boat and caught a good look at him, good enough for Captain Blake to say, “Wow, that’s at least five pounds.” And then communication broke down. I thought Captain said, “A LITTLE MORE reeling…” when actually he was saying, “NO MORE reeling…” Well, those are two opposite actions, and since I was doing the wrong one, somehow the lovely shimmery fish departed. (I’m still not sure how…it all happened so fast.)
there's one more fish behind Kip's head
I caught one more catfish after that, which was, of course, NOT what we were after. I had already brought in two good sized redfish, and my husband had gotten one (one of mine was one that started on his reel which he handed to me as soon as he had it hooked, good guy that he is…) I was happy, and yet, I still think of ‘the one that got away.’ (Even though he was too large to keep, I just wanted one picture with him:)
