Fishing at the Pond

Yesterday evening, Glenn and I decided to go down to the farm pond to go fishing .  I enjoy casting out the line and reeling in the lure over and over again…fish in tow or no fish.

 

Now that is one large mouth!

 

Glenn immediately caught a medium-sized largemouth bass.  This was the first bass to be taken from our pond. 

We intended the activity to be ‘catch and release’, so the bass went back into the pond.  Besides, that fish was just too small; he needs to put on a few pounds before he can seriously be considered our dinner.

 

Glenn moved off the dock and opted to fish from the shoreline.  I remained on the dock so that we each had our own, safe casting space.

 

Be careful Snowball...

Minutes later, Glenn caught a baby largemouth bass and a blue gill.  Both were returned to the water from which they came. 



Buddy decided he did not want to be in the photo...so, he stayed out of camera view.
Avalanche, Snowball and Becky's puppy, Samuel

 

The dogs, now numbering four, all followed Glenn as he made his way around the edge of the pond. Snowball, our Great Pyrenees puppy, was his playful self.  I watched Snowball jump into the air, I saw him lose his balance on the landing, and I continued watching him as he slid down the muddy slope into the water.  This was Snowball’s initiation into our pond.  Snowball quickly got back on the bank now looking more like a mud ball. Snowball did not know how he looked, but he was certainly being more cautious as he neared the water’s edge again and again.

 

Snowball a.k.a. Mudball

 

The sky was darkening. It was getting close to time to head back up to the house.  Finally, I got a substantial strike and minutes of reeling and reeling and more reeling.  I caught one of our huge catfish.  I do not like catfish to eat, but they certainly are a fun catch.

 

As we finished fishing and put away our poles, the active pond scene transformed into a quiet and tranquil vignette…a pleasant ending to a busy day.