What is it they say, only mad dogs, Englishmen, and members of tactical signals brigades go out in the noonday sun. Or something like that, and it's what we did, the mission being to catch some fish even if it was 100 degrees in the shade.
Sure enough they were on and before you could say Das Kapital, perch were snapping and tugging at the lines like the voracious predators they are. I pulled out a couple of fierce little beasts, looked over at the kid and boom, something slammed into his hook and it was rod double, drag out action. No fooling.
What was this monster, a cat, a bass, an enormous drum? No, it was a dinner plate sized blue gill, perhaps a Zeta Variant, and easily the best fish of the day. What a great result. Then, after another hour or so of catching we started to melt and headed for home, a good afternoon at the water well spent.
In other news, the Pope's attacking the Latin Mass. There are two classes of being which hate Latin, schoolboys and Satan.
Fish on,
LSP
How'd they sneak this communist pope in there LSP?
ReplyDeleteI was always told in my younger days it was a worldwide church with a common language.
ReplyDeleteWas this a catch and release trip or were provisions kept for a Friday Fish Fry/
ReplyDeleteAh yes, our Pope Frank. Being one of those horrid "trads", I'm pleased that the vast majority of our USA Bishops have allowed the Extraordinary Form to continue onward. Did you get a chance to read "Traditionis custodes", Padre? What a bitter old crab.
That, Kid, is a very good question.
ReplyDeleteYes, WSF, then the spirit of Babel entered the building.
ReplyDeleteJust catch and release, DOS.
ReplyDeleteI have read it and yes, what a bitter old crab; it'd be interesting know who actually wrote it. One thing that stuck me was the Vatican I tone of the missive, hardly in the "spirit of Vatican II" (empty the pew) and the now not so new liturgy.
That aside, you'd think the Vicar of Christ had more pressing concerns than attacking his most loyal subjects. A bit like the feds attacking patriots, makes you wonder who's working for who.
I love catching bluegill just because they fight so well in such a small package. :)
ReplyDeleteAs aggressive as those little guys are, it's good they don't get very big. If they got as big as 40 pounds, absolutely nothing would be safe in the water.
ReplyDeleteTwo words, Parson. Fly rod. With little popping bugs in the springtime, lots of fun.
Linda, that's a very good point :)
ReplyDeleteWWW, YES, YES, YES.
ReplyDeleteMust get into that...