Tuesday, May 16, 2017

More Fishing



Yesterday's fishing was slow. Like the corrupt, lying, elite, venal, condescending, pugnacious mainstream media attempting to find proof of Trump acting as a Russian spy, not a lot was happening. A lot of trying, a lot of fishing, but no catching to speak of. 




Similar, come to think of it, to the infamous Kremlins hacking our election. No end of frenzied searching, no end likewise of not finding the elusive beasts. But that was yesterday, today was different.




Today the fish were biting like a Trump Train on full power. Boom. First off, a Megabass hit my worm  in the pool of Lake Whitney dam spillway, then took off ferociously upstream. No use, fish, you're coming in, if only to live to fight again another day.




No sooner was the gigantosaurian Bass back in the water than a Striper came in, and on and on it went. In the end my arms grew tired from reeling in the monsters, Black Drum, Stripers, Catfish, Bass and a lone Bluegill.




It made for some some brisk and satisfying action and then it was over, fish back in the Brazos and me in a truck heading back to the compound, time well spent.

Tight lines,

LSP

6 comments:

LL said...

The force was strong with you today.

Is GWB a Jonah?

Brig said...

Yay, you got this!

Jules said...

Nice! Now eat it.

LSP said...

He'd gone back to Dallas, LL, but maybe there was a Jonah after effect. Man, that was good fishing.

LSP said...

Made up for the day before, Brig!

LSP said...

I didn't bring a cooler, Juliette...