I had a VERY good day fishing.
Today's outing wasn't even supposed to happen. I was supposed to be up north all weekend with a group of friends drinking myself silly, boating, peacock hunting from a golf cart, bar hopping and generally forgetting that I am 42 years old as I acted like a college kid again. (I have a history with these chaps that involves a meteor shower, Trunk pizza and a gentleman's club) Unfortunately, a fairly severe car repair last week took every bit of disposable income we had (and then some)...so a bachelor's weekend was suddenly out of the picture. Damn.
|Had I gone up north...I am sure it would have looked something like this...|
|Homie don't do early mornings so good....|
By the way...I have NO idea how one accidentally shoots himself in the side of the neck with a slingshot, but yes...he has the bruise (and sore neck muscle) to prove it and doesn't seem to want to divulge any of the actual details of the incident. In any case, he is fine and has now earned himself a new nickname. "Slingshot".
The fish seemed to realize that the season is about to change and were more than eager to take my hoppers. Several were caught, a few were kept and there was at least one who came out of the water like one of those sharks you see the Discovery Chanel. It took my hopper so violently that even Slingshot muttered "HOLY SHIT!". His choice of words registered with me, but this fish was heavy and was taking line so I let this little Freudian slip go. The fish promptly broke me off--and I launched into a string of swear words that would embarrass me under any other circumstances.
I had decided early on that I would keep a brace of fish. It was time for a fresh trout dinner. This is an extremely rare occurrence for me as I am usually an avid catch and release guy. But today, the weather was good, the fish were coming fairly easily and were of sufficient size to make a meal out of, so I met my bag limit.
Once home, and after some time watching football and helping Slingshot get comfortable with ice on his neck...I set to cooking up dinner. The preparation for dinner (including filleting the trout) turned into a family affair, complete with Slingshot and my wife looking up the 80's song "Fish Heads" on YouTube then singing it over and over and over and over and...
|By no means am I a gourmet chef...but I sure had fun cooking...|
So as I sit here and type in the afterglow of a fine meal of brown trout after a great day of fishing, and an excellent weekend despite the botched party plans...I can say with some certainty that when it's good...it's REALLY good.