At sunset yesterday, the fifth of May, already feeling twice baked after a day on the lake (and having snared a snake but eating no cake...), we intrepid campers endeavored to go... drum roll... NIGHT FISHING, after a well needed nap in the wind-blown ninety farenheit tent.
Really must say, my girl is a sport! Wasn't even that bothered that she'd kicked my butt forwards, backwards and sideways in the fish catching department over the past thirty hours. It was Cinco de Mayo and we didn't even know upon leaving home, the night of the SUPER MOON!
Van Gogh like ain't it- in a horridly pixelated phased the iPhone up to full fueled fade in way!
Usually the stars are the spectacles of the night down there but most were invisible to the human eye the last two evenings. Friday was waxing gibbous, Saturday, if not full, well, damned close. Can never recall seeing a moon so stupendous, and by pure chance we were 90 miles from city lights under a clear sky, primitive (ok, fairly primitively) camping.
She was using my lucky pole... yeah, that's it! That pretty fish is a smallmouth bass- for those who are scratching their heads wondering, wow, what kind of fish is that? Didn't matter the species though, she dominated in all.
Note, Asia's black crappie, caught simultaneously to nanatehay's white crappie, is slightly larger. BITCH! I mean I love you baby!