Monday, July 14, 2008
Fishing Trip with Grandad
David and I went on a trip to Lake Texoma with Marcy's dad, Mike. We went boating, fishing and rode around the water on Mike's new toys, a couple of neat jet-skis.
We left Friday night and set out trot lines right on the boat dock. We caught about half a dozen of the biggest catfish I had ever had the pleasure of being a part of catching. (There is a rumored curse over Bryant men and fishing, but that did not seem to damper our good fortune on this trip.) We eventually let most of the fish go, except for a couple of real silver beauties which we filleted and I cooked for the kids for dinner last night. Here is a look at a few of the monsters:
We slept in the forward cabin of Mike's boat and woke to a rather windy day on the lake. We took the boat out to a sheltered cove and swam in the lake. David, having recently gotten over his fear of diving, made some spectacular leaps from the back of the boat.
All-in-all, it was fabulous fun and some great male bonding time (yes, there was spitting involved, although it was less than copious).
Thanks again, Granddad for all the fun!