Dad and I went fishing Tuesday morning. It was absolutely beautiful. The day started off with dad in a t-shirt, sweatshirt and jacket. I started out with a long sleeved shirt, t-shirt and jacket. By the end of our fishing, we were both in our t-shirts.
Given our past history with the fish at the lake, we hoped the fish were biting...they were! Dad, as usual, caught the first fish. We were in a calm cove just kind of floating along when he caught it. I tried sitting, I tried standing and nothing seemed to help. I took off my jacket and BAM~I caught one!!!
It was a 16" croppie that was probably 1-2 pounds. If didn't practice "catch and release" dad said it would have been a keeper. Later we each caught what would best be called, bait.
When we were getting ready to leave, I thought I had tied the boat to the dock pretty tight. I was wrong. I helped dad load the poles and stuff in the car, turned around as the boat was floating away. As I ran to grab the end of the rope, it slid off the dock as if to say "nanny, nanny, boo, boo".
Dad was in the car getting ready to put the trailer in the water. I ran up to the passenger window and started tapping and yelling.
Dad puts the window down...
- Dad: "What?"
- Me: "The boat..."
- Dad: "What?"
- Me: "The boat, the boat, it's floating away!!!"
- Dad: "Huh?"
- Me: "The boat left!!!"
- Dad: "Shoot!!" (only a different "sh" word)
We stand at the dock watching the boat. Dad says he things we can use a lure and hook it. I look at him and start taking off my shoes. I know how cold the lake is, but what are we going to do. Suddenly, we hear a voice say "don't go in, I'll get it". Out of no where comes a "boat angel". The boat had floated over to the boat slip area and he was able to climb into the boat off of one of them. Oh, I was so happy, I was heading home in dry clothes.
Enjoy the pictures.
