The Fishin' Hole

Our (house-less) land in Granbury backs up to an old stock pond. Last week for Spring Break we caught about 40 or so fish - mostly perch - with Uncle Steve and ColtonCaleb. This weekend we're up here with Grandma, Grandpa, and James and Kristi and we were afraid it was too cold and windy to go fishing, but Gavin wanted to go, so we headed out this afternoon. Within a few seconds of dropping his bacon in the water, his Zebco 404 starting growling as he struggled to pull in what I thought was a pretty frisky perch, but it turned out to be...



And a few minutes later he caught this little feller:



Not trophy fish to be sure, but he sure had fun catching them. This was his third one:



And then as quick as they started biting, they stopped. We caught a few more perch but they just shut down completely. We threw them all back so that someday they would be trophy bass.

We'll be heading back tomorrow and hopefully it will not be as cold or windy so Grandpa can join us.