Sunday, June 18, 2006
Another first time for Jim -- Fishing legal
Daddy, why are we going here?
Under this bridge?
See that rain out there, on the bayou.
One of us didn't get very wet today.
Only one of us caught a fish.
It was my first time fishing since 1963 and the first fish I caught since 1954. Those times I didn't have a license.
Once in Nebraska (on private property) and
once in New Hampshire (the kids did most of the fishing)
We enjoyed the fishing, the rain was alright,
but the lightening said come on in.
Now that I have my license, I can go another day.
Out on the Intercoastal Canal
(it runs from Florida to almost Mexico)
or right here at home on our Lake Conroe.
How about this guy?
He's a Devil not a Man
He's a Reptile, not a Fish.
It was raining and I didn't want to get the camera wet.
Billy and John said they would witness.
I'm wishing now that I had brought him home to be stuffed.
Instead, I threw him back.
Q: What separates the Cajuns from the rednecks?
A: The Sabine river.
-- a little regional humor. :-)
I'm glad you FINALLY got a license.