The Great...
Father's Day/Juneteenth/Catfish Roundup/Bream Rodeo.
Ended up with 20 fish, 10 cats, 10 bream. Lot of undersize throw backs. Better than average numbers and not bad at all for a rainy Saturday. All were intent on catching.
Then the bite got started. Katie and Travis were glad they spent $11 on a single day fishing license. We got checked. Third time this year, if you are fishing out of Hank's Creek you better be legal.
Some fished till they passed out.
I think the splochy pictures are due to some hot sauces and smoked oyster juice on the camera lens.
Score one for Travis.
A double.
Something tried to crawl up my back while I was tubing.
Watch that woman behind me guys. And yes old dad did catch some fish.
This story ends the same as so many others. Those fish are now swimming in our bellies.
Ended up with 20 fish, 10 cats, 10 bream. Lot of undersize throw backs. Better than average numbers and not bad at all for a rainy Saturday. All were intent on catching.
Then the bite got started. Katie and Travis were glad they spent $11 on a single day fishing license. We got checked. Third time this year, if you are fishing out of Hank's Creek you better be legal.
Some fished till they passed out.
I think the splochy pictures are due to some hot sauces and smoked oyster juice on the camera lens.
Score one for Travis.
A double.
Something tried to crawl up my back while I was tubing.
Watch that woman behind me guys. And yes old dad did catch some fish.
This story ends the same as so many others. Those fish are now swimming in our bellies.
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