Immigrants From Chicago Come to Get Our Catfish...

Our daughter Katherine and husband Peter are off on a little vacation and we have our Chicago grandkids Wallace and Hamish for a few days. We got their stay off to a good start with a fishing trip and a catfish dinner. 

Old Hambone is a big pointer. He sees something he points so you can see it too. I think maybe His first fishing trip with us on the boat. 

Wallace is an old hand. He's been to the lake and East Texas a few times so he just put a few more hours experience on his boat driving skills today. 

Me and Wallace have caught some google eye perch from a quarry pond near his home in Chicago but this might be his first Texas fish. I set the hook but he did the man against beast thing at the side of the boat. 

Ham tells Cathy, "see that stick out sticking out over there? It's call a stick out." 

We ended the day with 10 catfish that we had to kind of work for and were of no significant bragging size but they were all legal sized fish in Texas which means when fried they will make the skillet stink. Fry them we did and Ezra and Luca joined us for supper. Even though those Zamora boys had eaten they could not turn down catfish. Ham enjoyed his share and while Wallace can catch them he's going to have to make up his own mind on the merits of fresh fish. 

The new truck pulled the boat at 19.9 miles per gallon which is quite an improvement over the old one so all in all a very good day.