I caught a 1 1/2 pound spotted bass, then it caught a 225 pound, dumb beyond measure, fisherman! Never and I mean never try to hold a bass between your knees to extract a crankbait. Dumb…just plain dumb.
A fish gets revenge!
This is a post I started last year and never finished. By the title I assume either Fred or I had a great day…Going to say it was me…(photo I used before) Fred thinking about what had happened.
On The morning of February 11, 2015 I underwent surgery on my left hand to correct a trigger finger that had become very painful. February was the best time to have this surgery for a man who loves fishing as much as I do. February is notorious for bad weather around here and there was no exception this year. Fred told me I was just plain lucky cause the two weeks I had to recoup were not fishable anyway. In Fred’s small little brain I am the luckiest fisherman that ever wet a hook and he is the unluckiest SOB that ever set foot in a bass boat. When I catch more or bigger fish than Fred it is my “luck”. When Fred catches more fish, which is very seldom by the way, it is “skill” he says. Fred’s logic in such matters is really twisted and cannot be changed.
Last Thursday I was feeling pretty good, so Fred and I decided to go fishing and we agreed that if I started hurting we would come home. Good Plan! I let Fred drive the boat, mainly because he knows every nook-n-cranny of the Savannah River lakes. OKAY! That’s all my excuses. Now let’s get to fishing…?
A picture is worth a thousand words.
This is the first sunflower of the year in our garden. Apparently the birds missed this seed that fell from the feeder.
Old Chimney framed by nature.
Went fishing with Fred the other day, he told me that he wanted to read about our trip on my blog…so here it is. Fred caught four…I caught zip…end of story.
Christmas Eve at about 4:30 PM my brother-in-law, Eddie Wicker, fell from a ladder and broke his back in two places. He was airlifted to the Georgia Medical College in Augusta, GA. After a five-hour surgery on Christmas day we were informed that Eddie may never walk again. The doctor didn’t say he wouldn’t walk again, but in his opinion
he thought Eddie would be bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Patty, my sister, was told by the surgeon that they would know more after the swelling goes down in a week or so. So there is hope, how faint it may be, there is hope. I am asking any of my followers or casual reader that might read this post to please put Patty and Eddie Wicker on their prayer list. My family believes in the power of pray and we are asking all that are willing to lift Eddie’s name to the Lord, to please do so. I know that in the end the Lord’s will, will be done, but the Lord tells us to bring our wants and needs to him in prayer.
Patty and Eddie have two daughters and three grandchildren. Eddie has recently retired and is looking forward to spending quality time with Patty and their grandchildren. With prayer and the love they have for each other they will survive no matter the outcome. Let’s hope and pray that Eddie will be walking soon.
Thank You….Steve
Merry Christmas to y’all WordPressers!
This weekend I was attempting to install the Structure Scan Sonar Imaging System by Lowrance, to expand the electronics capabilities on my Triton X18 aluminum bass boat. I studied the installation instructions, made sure I had all the hardware and tools necessary to do the job. The one thing I didn’t do was make sure the batteries for my electric drill were charged. The batteries weren’t charged nor could I find the battery charger. Needless to say very little was accomplished today, but not all was lost. When my wife returned from shopping she found my charger for me, but by then I was in no mood to go any further on the installation. Maybe tomorrow?
Fred and I went trout fishing the other day, the first time in over thirty years for me. It was a two hour drive to get in the general area of where we were to fish. Another thirty minutes and three turnarounds and we were at Fred’s fishing hole.” Just a short 100 yard walk and we will be fishing” Fred tells me! The first 100 yards was along a field, the next fifty yards were on a pretty clear path through the woods. We came to a path to the left, but Fred said to keep going straight. The trail wasn’t so clear for the next fifty yards. We came to another trail off to the left, but again Fred says to stay on the trail we were on. I questioned Fred’s navigation skills at this point because no one had been on this part of the trail in over a week and I told him so. But never being here myself I went on and hacked a trail for the next fifty yards, finally coming to a clearing. never went in the clearing, I stood in the trail, just looking into the clearing. Fred comes up behind me and tells me that we have gone to far…so we turn around finally getting to his fishing hole!
Despite losing a pint of blood to the briars, mosquitoes and stinging gnats, the fishing was fun. Fred caught the limit (5) and I caught three, not bad at all I think. We got back to the truck, I put the fish in the cooler. my rod-n-reel in the back of the truck and I climbed in the cab and turned on the AC. Fred spent another two minutes at the back of the truck sorting his gear out. I will say that Fred is meticulous about his fishing gear. Well he finally got in the truck and off we went, back down the mountain headed home. I backed up to the shed at Fred’s house, so we could clean the trout, about 10:30 that night. I got to the back of the truck to find the tailgate down, no cooler….hence no fish. The next day my wife told some of her co-workers that I had gone trout fishing. One of them said they bet that the trout tasted good. All my wife could say was ”you would think so”.
PaPa Got a New Camera 