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Catch & Release

Catch & Release

on gloriously
bright and sunny Sundays,
we used to
rent a boat and motor
then find a pleasing
spot on Lake Rebecca,
to drop anchor
in a shady cove.
we'd bait and wet
our hooks on
our Zebco 33's.
how we loved that rig.
often did we play
casting and setting
looking for the right spot.
pulling Perch, Sunfish, Crappie
and Bluegills from
the rippling concentric circles.
keeping only, "the big ones"
I remember, you taught me
how to clean and fillet' fish
for our dinner later that night.
cracking a cold one while we relax
good times, just marking time...

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me feel like I was on a little rowboat floating above the sunfish and crappie hole! Those tiny worms threaded on a #2 hook to catch those little buggers. Keeping the biggest to filet and fry up on the barbecue grill that evening. I picture us feeling the warmth of the sun and hear the lapping of the waves against the boat, hearing your laughter as you pull in another big crappie, and it slips out of your hands and slides back into the water. Nice reminiscing and the memories of a perfect day! Thank you, ~ Geez.
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don't forget the droplets of blood dripping, because I've driven another of those little hooks into one of my fumbling fingers, LOL! (or not gripped the fish right and caught the fin in my hand) I can hear your laughter clear as a bell!

*hugs, Cat

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and I've punctured my hand a number of times on the barbels of those damned catfish too! Hugs, Geez.
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It seems that the days and hours that people
are available for chatroom are staggered and
not a good match for most everyone. How about
if everyone just shows up at the door, whenever
they have a few free minutes?

Steve taught me to wear leather gloves (gardening gloves) when dealing with those.

*hugs, Cat

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sunfish is great. if inflation keeps going up I expect a lot more folks will be crowding the lakes and rivers

is this a sign of the times?

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I used to jump into the sea
from a big ship
all roped up
couldn't swim to save a life
of course not mine

then I was taken for fishing
lest I came back crying to mommy
no fish
My helper tagged a five pounder
Ah mom said I'll make it
'Twas a plastic
lolI
was only 13

lol, thanks for sharing the memory with me!

*hugs, Cat

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