The 36 inch, 20 pound trophy trout. (Actually just over 14 inches and we didn't weigh it.)
The exhausted angler can finally enjoy the fruits of his labor.
As you regular readers know, we've been having some trouble catching any of the big trout that I so carefully stocked the pond with this year. Those darn fish have turned their noses up at everything from power bait to worms to the best artificial lures known to man. Even though my older son and his wife did catch a couple of pretty good fish earlier this Summer, the really big one kept getting away. Then my second son, a professional bass fisherman, came to town with the grit, discipline and know-how to catch "Moby Trout" himself. (He's not really a professional bass fisherman and as for grit and discipline that was mostly an inhuman ability to endure swarms of mosquitoes while he fished. Still, he is an avid fisherman and he did bring some real knowledge and determination to catching a big trout.) I'm happy to report that after a mere 48 hours of continuous fishing with no sleep or food, my son caught a really big trout which we happily grilled and ate. As you can see in the photo above, the fisherman ate most of his catch. That seemed only fair. After all, he hadn't eaten for 48 hours.
2 comments:
nice t-shirt :)
bonjour a toute la famille
Willy
I am a little jealous you got to eat yours. The one I caught bit me when I took the hook out and then died in the bucket before we got back to shore. Probably because I smacked it against the raft when it bit me:)
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