First fishing excursion (road trip diary - 4).

Well, the sun came out after about an hour of rain, and bob came home, and we ended up going out and catching a few fish.



We got the gear together and headed down to the river and Bob put the boat in while I drove the truck and trailer up and parked it.



He came back to get me and we were off. This is about the only fishing I get to do, so it's hilarious that as soon as I get back in the boat, it all comes back to me.





Within about 20 minutes I'd nabbed this little rock bass, which was followed to the surface by about a 2 foot cat fish. Freaked us both out, thinkin' that the cat was maybe about to eat the bass, and I could have had a real story to tell.



Cute little scudder, ain't he? I netted one of these about 20 years ago and raised it in an aquarium. Got to be huge, before it up and died on me. Life eh? Always seems to end in death.







Hook was in there deep, but I got it out and the thing swam off to live and make more fishies.



Eventually Bob got one too, in deeper water. We fished for about 4 hours, but then the sky started to look ugly, and we started to hear thunder.



So we decided to make it a day, and get the hell out of the water before the lightning began to draw near.



We got out of the water and back to his place before the rain came down. We got the boat back in the garage, and now we're showering and getting ready to go eat Chinese food and go see a movie. Gonna see the die hard sequel that everyone is raving about.

Tomorrow morning early, like 8am, we'll head out with another buddy and see if we can catch anything in a local lake. Couldn't be having a better time, chillin' out with my buddy, tellin' stories, smokin' Honduran cigars, and letting myself be corrupted by an older, wiser dude. This process will continue when I get back to Tennessee. Love it!