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Weekend Warrior, part I
April 18th, 2009 07:00 pmOur day started at 0-dark-thirty for turkey hunting. Seems that no one told the turkeys to be in the woods though because we did not hear a single gobble. On the way out of the woods though we saw fresh deer & turkey sign which is encouraging.
Once we got home & changed out of camo, I did something that I do not do often ... took a nap!
Soooooo the ex got this notion that we should go on a canoe trip on the Rappahannock today. Of course we have a ton of stuff to do around the house, but you know, going fishing makes much more sense to my husband.
Over lunch we talk about the proposed canoe trek & I pointed out that it has been several years years since I have been in the canoe & that maybe - just maybe - a 5-mile trip down a river is not the best way to get my sea legs back.
The ex agreed to downsize the canoe adventure to us going to the neighbor's pond so that we could fish for bass & catfish. He made a seat with back support for me that worked really well. Captain Robertson would sit in the back of the canoe & I would be first mate up front.
We packed some ice tea, got the fishing poles ready (the ex took 4 or 5) & headed over to the pond. I really wanted to try for catfish but they only bait I had that might work was some ham strips, so what the heck, I brought it. As usual the trickiest part of any canoe trip is getting in and out of the canoe, but things went pretty well.
We fished for a few hours & did well in the canoe. The ex caught several bass (which he released) & I caught nothing but was having a lot of fun. When I suggested it was getting late, the ex said just a few more casts & wouldn't you know that is when I hooked something! By the huge amount of tug, I knew it was a good-sized fish.
The ex coached me on how to fight the fish since it was diving & pitching a fit. Really I think he was just worried that I might break his fishing pole. When it finally surfaced, we saw that I had hooked a nice catfish! On a spinner bait, no less. After many minutes, the cat grew tired & the ex got it in the canoe. We paddled for shore & quickly loaded up. Not wanting the fish to suffer, I asked the ex to dispatch it & after 3 solid blows to the head the cat was not giving up, so we went home.
The ex snapped some pics of me with the fish & then filleted it while I got things ready in the kitchen. We enjoyed FRESH fried catfish & salad dinner. Yummy!
Once we got home & changed out of camo, I did something that I do not do often ... took a nap!
Soooooo the ex got this notion that we should go on a canoe trip on the Rappahannock today. Of course we have a ton of stuff to do around the house, but you know, going fishing makes much more sense to my husband.
Over lunch we talk about the proposed canoe trek & I pointed out that it has been several years years since I have been in the canoe & that maybe - just maybe - a 5-mile trip down a river is not the best way to get my sea legs back.
The ex agreed to downsize the canoe adventure to us going to the neighbor's pond so that we could fish for bass & catfish. He made a seat with back support for me that worked really well. Captain Robertson would sit in the back of the canoe & I would be first mate up front.
We packed some ice tea, got the fishing poles ready (the ex took 4 or 5) & headed over to the pond. I really wanted to try for catfish but they only bait I had that might work was some ham strips, so what the heck, I brought it. As usual the trickiest part of any canoe trip is getting in and out of the canoe, but things went pretty well.
We fished for a few hours & did well in the canoe. The ex caught several bass (which he released) & I caught nothing but was having a lot of fun. When I suggested it was getting late, the ex said just a few more casts & wouldn't you know that is when I hooked something! By the huge amount of tug, I knew it was a good-sized fish.
The ex coached me on how to fight the fish since it was diving & pitching a fit. Really I think he was just worried that I might break his fishing pole. When it finally surfaced, we saw that I had hooked a nice catfish! On a spinner bait, no less. After many minutes, the cat grew tired & the ex got it in the canoe. We paddled for shore & quickly loaded up. Not wanting the fish to suffer, I asked the ex to dispatch it & after 3 solid blows to the head the cat was not giving up, so we went home.
The ex snapped some pics of me with the fish & then filleted it while I got things ready in the kitchen. We enjoyed FRESH fried catfish & salad dinner. Yummy!
