Thursday, October 11, 2012

Where the Fish Are

Do you remember Connie Francis singing "Where the Boys Are?" Well, this picture shows where the fish are.  They like to swim around in the weeds and reeds.  Sometimes they're hungry. Sometimes they're not.  Schools of perch, bluegill, crappie, and rock bass move like ghosts from one weed bed to another.  The trick is finding them.  Fishing is really a game of Hide-and-Go-Seek on water.

One of the days we were on the lake, our half-full wire fish basket was hanging over the side of the boat.  When hubby reached down to deposit a perch, the basket wasn't there.  A few minutes before we had moved our boat slowly to another spot, and the cord must have come undone.  Poor hubby felt so responsible, because my 12-inch perch was inside the basket.

What to do!  We inched the boat back to the reeds where we started from.  I'll be darned, the basket was stuck in the weeds.  All of our fish were still inside, hubby refastened the basket to the boat, we put another night crawler on our poles and went back to business.

Where the fish are...someone waits for me.