Froggies!

My good friend Brian came to visit over Labor Day weekend, and we went offroading with the Pells to Cedar Creek. The water was pretty darn low and we were able to capture a bunch of froggies in various stages of metamorphosis.

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More on our Labor Day weekend adventures to come, including our expedition into the earth below Boone County.

Hallelujah, it's raining fish!

Well, not quite. But I did finally catch a catfish, with a chicken liver and shrimp cocktail. Yay.

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D. Lawrence "Fishbourne" Mezz, Mr. "Down" Lowe, Jake Smeagol and I arrived at about 2 p.m. and left around 7:30 p.m. after the sun went down. Caught it as the sun was getting ready to go down just after 6 p.m. DL caught a largemouth bass with a Rapala Shad-rap, and Mr. Lowe caught a clam with a lure he bought after being seduced by the videos playing at Bass Pro Shop. Ended the evening with dinner and margaritas at El Mageuy Mexican restaurant. Boo-yah.

It's on this weekend.

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Carrie is giving me crap about not posting as much as I should, so I'm writing to say to the fishes: It's on. You're going down. How do you like dynamite, punks? A TNT enema, perhaps?

We had some good fishing on Sunday. And by we, I mean everyone else. I did catch something rather tiny toward the end, but eh, what are you gonna do?
We stayed from sunup till close to 4:30 p.m. Niiiice.

Went out again real quick on Tuesday. Mike caught this beast, and a couple other smaller ones, and I was useless.

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I hear through the grapevine that there was some serious shit-talking between a couple members of the trawling troubadours, so I may have to do something about that. You hear that fishes!? It's on.

Freakish fishing

Carrie, D$ and I headed back to the lake Sunday morning for a couple hours of fishing. It was excellent, save for a lot of aggravation with new line on my little collapsible rod. It kept propelling itself off the reel and getting tangled.. Eventually I tied the end of the line from the working reel to the bad reel and wound enough line on there to make do. While I was fighting with my jacked-up reel, Carrie, of course, caught a frickin' monster with some worms. Not quite sure what kind of fish it was, but it was big enough to extend from tips of my fingers a couple inches past my elbow. It had a huge mohawk-like bony protrusion on its head, a little mouth and big scales. Thought it was a catfish at first, but no whiskers. Carrie thinks it might be a little carp. She didn't want to hold it up though.

Update: Dave thinks it might be a freshwater drum, though I think the fish was a bit more narrow than that. I'm also not sure it had that front dorsal fin. Closest ID I've seen is a grass carp, though it doesn't quite have the bony mohawk like Carrie's fish.

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Then D$ caught a bluegill. She was using worms too.

And FINALLY, I caught a fish. I was using a Rapala Shad Rap (shallow runner floating minnow) and kept getting bites but no fishies. Switched to a smaller diving minnow and two casts later this little tiny largemouth bass landed at my feet.

Julia tried to eat the fish, and chased them out in the water after we released them. I think she wanted to be friends with the big freak fish.

Also, here's a map of the lake. We spent all of our time today near the little point just south of the fishing dock.

My camera is broken, and I forgot Carrie's, so all these photos were taken and e-mailed from my camera phone. Nice.

I hear there's something fishy going down just outside of town

I cut my work short today and headed to a local lake with Carrie and Mike and Dave. It was jolly fun. Bought some new lures. One such lure, a big fishy, drew much criticism from Carrie. "I grew up on a lake...yadda yadda...you'll never catch anything with a lure that big." Two casts later a frickin monster ate my lure and snapped my line. So there! But...she was the only one of us who actually caught a fish...

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It got dark too damn early, and too damn cold. I tried these glow stick bobber things, but the fish just weren't havin it. So I stuffed the glow stick in a bottle, tied on the line and cast it out into the lake. We took some pot shots at the faint, bobbing glow with a pellet gun until it got too cold, then headed to Culvers for dinner.

The End.