Last night about 7:00 a couple of local boys came by the house, they wanted to weigh this fish they caught. Obviously they were pretty tickled at the 6 foot 8 inch dinosaur-era monster……
Now, I have no idea what this fellows name is I just know he lives about 8 miles up the road, Rob ran into him at our little general store where he was showing off the fish.
30 minutes later he is in our driveway. I love Maydelle.
Now we are ready to weigh the fish. This turns out to be a process because the rope breaks with the poor fish stuck half-way up, the metal hanging thing comes crashing down on one guys head and we have to start all over and it was about to come a down pour and we were under a severe thunderstorm warning.
This did not matter. You gotta get the fish weighed.
And he is up! And he weighed a little over 150 pounds, the boys were hoping for 200 but I guess it wasn’t their day….
Addie-lover of all things fishy, snakey, worm-like, slug-like and otherwise slimy, creepy or wiggling.
And you know that post I made last week about fishing and letting my toes dangle in the water so the fishes could nibble them?
I’m gonna have to re-think that.