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There is a rant about IKEA and traffic conditions that I will spare you. Suffice it to say that today consisted of multiple conspiracies to make me lose my mind, including a 30-minute detour on the 20 getting back from the Godforsaken Howling Northern Wilderness.
Onto more pleasant things! I went fishing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fearsclave. A good time was had, and many fish were caught. To wit:
You can't quite see the writing on the hat in this picture. It says: "Women want me. Fish fear me."fearsclave gave it to me as a present.
After the eeny-weeny bass, I caught a big-ass catfish. A very respectable specimen of barbotte, thank you.
fearsclave caught a gorgeous bass which we ended up keeping. It is now in my fridge in fillet form, awaiting consumption tomorrow. I am very pleased. We both caught a bunch of smaller fish which we released back into the water. I caught another bass, which was probably legal, but it was barely six inches long, so we didn't keep it, and then I caught an eeny-weeny perch (even weenier than the bass!), and a sunfish. The poor sunfish did not fare well, I am afraid: I accidentally brained him on a rock (or her), and he was already hooked through the gills. We dispatched him to the great pond in the sky, right after he spattered me with gore. No pictures of that, sadly.
It was toward the end of the expedition that I hooked what felt like a huge fish on the end of my line. I tugged on my line, trying to remember all offearsclave's advice about keeping my rod tip up and playing the line and all that... only the fish wasn't exactly thrashing the way I was expecting it to. Perplexed, I hauled harder on the line, and was very startled to see a semi-circular silhouette emerge from the water and wave a very angry tail and leg at me.
"Oh my God,fearsclave, it's a TURTLE!"
I think I was more traumatized than the turtle, which executed whatfearsclave termed a "long-distance self-release" and swam away, doubtless confused and offended by this turn of events. I was thoroughly discombobulated, although we both agreed it was a good thing I didn't land it: neither one of us really wanted to try removing a fishing hook from the mouth of an irate snapping turtle. I don't have a picture of the turtle as a result, but I do have a picture of me looking traumatized and not a little sheepish.
fearsclave and I went back to the Fearsranch afterward, where he showed me a nifty way to clean the fish, and I chatted with Carolyn for a while. I also scored two jars of raspberry jam, and a baggie of Amish Friend Bread starter, which I'm supposed to feed in a couple of days. We had a beer and some Amish Friend Bread (made from the earlier batch of starter which spawned my current baggie) before I made my way home again.
A really nice way to spend the evening, overall.
There is a rant about IKEA and traffic conditions that I will spare you. Suffice it to say that today consisted of multiple conspiracies to make me lose my mind, including a 30-minute detour on the 20 getting back from the Godforsaken Howling Northern Wilderness.
Onto more pleasant things! I went fishing with
fearsclave. A good time was had, and many fish were caught. To wit:You can't quite see the writing on the hat in this picture. It says: "Women want me. Fish fear me."
fearsclave gave it to me as a present.After the eeny-weeny bass, I caught a big-ass catfish. A very respectable specimen of barbotte, thank you.
fearsclave caught a gorgeous bass which we ended up keeping. It is now in my fridge in fillet form, awaiting consumption tomorrow. I am very pleased. We both caught a bunch of smaller fish which we released back into the water. I caught another bass, which was probably legal, but it was barely six inches long, so we didn't keep it, and then I caught an eeny-weeny perch (even weenier than the bass!), and a sunfish. The poor sunfish did not fare well, I am afraid: I accidentally brained him on a rock (or her), and he was already hooked through the gills. We dispatched him to the great pond in the sky, right after he spattered me with gore. No pictures of that, sadly.It was toward the end of the expedition that I hooked what felt like a huge fish on the end of my line. I tugged on my line, trying to remember all of
fearsclave's advice about keeping my rod tip up and playing the line and all that... only the fish wasn't exactly thrashing the way I was expecting it to. Perplexed, I hauled harder on the line, and was very startled to see a semi-circular silhouette emerge from the water and wave a very angry tail and leg at me."Oh my God,
fearsclave, it's a TURTLE!"I think I was more traumatized than the turtle, which executed what
fearsclave termed a "long-distance self-release" and swam away, doubtless confused and offended by this turn of events. I was thoroughly discombobulated, although we both agreed it was a good thing I didn't land it: neither one of us really wanted to try removing a fishing hook from the mouth of an irate snapping turtle. I don't have a picture of the turtle as a result, but I do have a picture of me looking traumatized and not a little sheepish.fearsclave and I went back to the Fearsranch afterward, where he showed me a nifty way to clean the fish, and I chatted with Carolyn for a while. I also scored two jars of raspberry jam, and a baggie of Amish Friend Bread starter, which I'm supposed to feed in a couple of days. We had a beer and some Amish Friend Bread (made from the earlier batch of starter which spawned my current baggie) before I made my way home again.A really nice way to spend the evening, overall.
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Date: 2009-07-15 11:40 am (UTC)That was a good time; we should do it again soon :).