It's Always Something

It seems that lately I'm getting quite a bit of practice "just enjoying being out on the water with friends." Although I will say that I am getting very good at catching bait. Bait that we have to end up letting go because we don't get enough bites to use it, but it's FUN. Real fun. Speaking of bait, I would be remiss if I didn't mention Andrea's huge faux pas (pronounced foe pa, unless you're Andrea and then it's pronounced poo pa). Either way it was a really big poo pa.

We stopped at the bait store, like we usually do. We bought way too much bait, like we usually do. We got 4 dozen regular shrimp, 2 dozen large shrimp and 1 dozen pin fish. That may not sound like a lot but it was 5 o'clock in the afternoon and we get scared after it gets dark, but I was payin' today so I was callin' the shots. More is better, that's my motto. After last night I'm thinkin' I might change my motto. But anyway, Andrea put our $20 worth of bait in the bait well and off to the boat ramp we went.

There was not a wave to be seen for miles!!! We were so psyched!! The water was as smooth as glass, really shallow glass as we soon found out. The tide was low, very low and we get scared, very scared that we're going to get stuck on a sand bar and have to spend the night out there waiting for the tide to come in. Don't laugh, it happens!!! Is anyone else noticing a common thread here? IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING!!!!!

We never actually got to our intended fishing destination since it took us 30 minutes to travel a quarter of a mile we decided that it was time to stop and fish. I threw out an artificial top water lure and Andrea started straightening up the boat, she does that a lot. After about 15 minutes, the relaxing silence was broken by Andrea yelling, "Oh no I forgot to turn on the bait well!" followed by, "Oh no their all day-ed!" And finally, the sound of the bait well turning on. O...........K........Turning the bait well on seemed to be kind a moot point to me, but I guess that was her last ditch attempt at CPR. "My bad," she says sheepishly.

With the bait well looking like a scene out of the movie Dooms Day, I decided that I better throw out some chum and get ready to throw the cast net. I caught a bunch more pin fish, and some weird looking little fish with yellow tails that kept trying to bite Andrea. The word must have gotten around quickly that she was harboring a weapon of mass destruction. It's not pretty when bait fish attack. Her finger was bleeding!!! : O

Honestly, that was about all the excitement for the evening. Actually we didn't even get a bite, unless you count the fish that bit Andrea's finger, of course. Oh, I almost forgot, I did catch the teeniest tiny little trout in the cast night. It was about as long as my index finger and had all the markings of a full grown trout. It was soooooooo cute.

Sorry guys, no pictures this time. I will be posting some pictures from our trip out to the Skyway with my dad a few weeks ago though. Check back!!

Peace, Love, and Bait Fish!!