I thought I was all alone while I was waiting for everyone to get up and ready early in the AM.
Then I noticed Man-Killing Hector was up and about too.
Whoops! A little freeway mishap. I'd say this was 75% my fault and 25% my Dad's.
My fishing mates, my Dad and Lany. This was the second time I've ever taken Lany out. Last time I caught one and she got nothing. She'd never really caught a bass before.
I started out the day a little off my game.
The rookie, Lany "Twig Assassin" Morrison was the first to get on.
Skunk insurance for the lady. BW.
I followed suit with a bass that looks like it got in a little scrap.
Lany hooked another... this was taken seconds before she FARMED IT! She learned a valuable lesson in farming after that.
Then my Dad got on.
For some reason I can't figure out how to flip this photo over. Nice bass though.
Lany was on fire and it started to make me uneasy.
How cute, she got herself a little male.
My Dad wanted a little guy too.
Lany's first time driving a bass boat.
Okay, we get it Lany. You were on fire.
There she goes again.
Guess who's back!? Lany and I each ended up with 6.
My Dad ended the day with a nice one.
I caught this injured little guy with my hands. I thought it was a sure bet. I had a few bass looking at it, then suddenly Lany and my Dad dropped their lines right where I said the bass were. So there went that. Then I accidentally casted it off my hook and couldn't retrieve it.
Lany was chumming.
If you look by my Dad's knee (a very sun-burned knee) you'll see one of my Mom's Christmas towels falling to the bottom of the lake.