Fishin' in the Rain

 
We reached our vacationing spot in Canton, OK, after dark on Tuesday.  My dad's cousin had opened their house to us and were more than happy to take us fishing on their p0ntoon boat.  When we finally found their house, we unpacked and soon discovered what was playing on the TV was none other than a baseball game.  Yes, even though we had to get up early to fish at 7, we did stay up and watch the game.  The Texas Rangers won.

 

Morning came quickly enough and once we had eaten some breakfast and had gotten ready, we headed to the lake.  It was partly cloudy, but the sun shone through off and on throughout the day as we rode and fished on the boat.  From 8 something till almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon, we fished.  Mom caught 3 keepers, and Big J. and I each got one.  We all caught littler fish which were released.

 

 

We watched another Ranger's baseball game that afternoon while eating and then went fishing again.  Going out the second time, the weather was a little on the stormy side.  The waves were larger and the boat ride was rougher.  We fished some, had a good time, saw pelicans, and even had a fish swim seven times around the anchor after Mom had hooked it.  But we ended early because of the lightning in the east.  And that was a very wise decision, for we hadn't driven the suburban very far from the lake when it started pouring.  However, the sunset was very pretty that evening.
 

 

 

 

Not really in the mood to fix a meal for supper, we all agreed on trying out the Mexican restaurant in town.  The three of us girls stepped into the restaurant, water running down our jackets and making puddles at our feet, and told the kind waitress there were going to be six of us total.  So all soaked and happy, we took our seats and waited for the boys to arrive. 

The kind people at the restaurant served us well and quickly, but since we were the last customers of the day and around forty-five minutes from closing time, I'm sure they were ready to get out of there.  Next time you have sopapillas, try them with caramel instead of honey.

 

Thursday morning it was raining and instead of getting out to fish, we stayed inside and watched a Tom Selleck western.

We fished after a later breakfast, when the rain had parted.  But it was short lived and we didn't have many bites.

 

  

The lake looked hazy and made a pretty picture.  As we approached the "haze" it turned out to actually be light rain.  And right then Dad had a little fish on his hook.  Before he even had it into the boat, I had a large one on the end of my line.  As I reeled it in, not one fish, but two came to the surface!  While Dad got my fish with the net, he realized Little J. had caught the other fish, also a large one.  Surprised, we all laughed and hurried to get both of the fish in. 

 

 

 

As the rain came down in gentle drops, we continued to fish.  Slowly, the rain grew harder and began to get us wet even though we stood or sat under the canopy.  So we headed in.  It rained off and on for a few more hours, making us glad we went in when we did.

 

 

We ate dinner and watch NCIS before packing up and heading home.  This double nighter fishing trip was fun and I wouldn't mind doing it again.

 

In total, we caught five keepers and a handful of smaller fish on Wednesday.  Thursday's total was two keepers and an even smaller handful of small fish.  Though we didn't catch near what we wanted or had thought we might, we did have a good time.  How could a person forget spending time with family and fishing in the rain?