Had to let the bird go

Tuesday, I told you that George and I hadn’t been able to fish last week, but I did hear that George had a secret weapon he was working on to help him beat me fishing (see Tuesday’s post for details).  Well, we got to go fishing yesterday. Never mind that George picked the coldest morning of the year so far, a cold front had just passed through, there was a full moon out all night and the water where we wanted to fish was a bit muddy.

We gave it our best try. We fished hard. George even made a special trip to Wally World to pick up $20 worth of a “hot” bass bait so we could catch plenty. We tried it. Nothing. We tried bass with every lure, technique and lucky cast we could. But to no avail. It was just one of those days. We didn’t see a shiner jump, a fish swirl, a squirrel run down the bank or feel a tap on our line. Nothing.  As George kept saying, “A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work.”  Say it again, George.  “A bad day fishing is better than a good day at work.”

And by the way, we had to let the bird go. He may have been funny on the video, but he was a bust in real life.

We did manage to salvage the day with some really nice crappie. We were thankful for their kindness in keeping us from being skunked, so we turned them back to be stars at a future fish fry.  I would write more about the trip, but I’ve got to go get the grease hot to fry fresh meat for supper and throw those feathers in the trash.  Hey, you didn’t think we literally “let the bird go“, did you?