Trip Start Sep 07, 2007
47Trip End Jan 12, 2008
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Today we decided to try fishing again. This campground, too, is situated on a lake, so we figured we'd just hang out here and catch dinner. We had the whole day, after all, so we were bound to catch something eventually. Well, when we went into the office to settle our bill, we happened to mention that we were going to go fishing. We were told that "this is a hard lake to fish, so good luck catching anything". This didn't sound too encouraging to a couple of fishing novices, so we figured we'd seek out a different lake.
We spent some time online trying to find a good place, and we finally found a state park about an hour north.
There was a family already at the pier, and the daddy clearly knew what he was doing, so we kept watching him for hints. We weren't even getting any nibbles. Neither were they, apparently. The wind was blowing really hard and it was COLD. Unpleasantly cold. My face was getting chapped in the wind. When I saw the family pack it up and decide to try again another day, I was just hoping that Albert would quickly say the same thing. He didn't. We stayed there maybe another half hour. No bites, no nibbles, just vicious, freezing wind. Mercifully, Albert finally said to head for the car.
The day dragged on. Other fisherman came and went, no one catching anything. We weren't getting any bites. The only thing that made it a pleasant day was that this spot proved to be nice and comfy, without all that wind. Brandy had a ball. Albert hooked her up to a really long tie-out, so she was able to run around quite a bit without getting away. She's always entertaining.
The area where the creature disappeared under the water happened to be a good-looking fishing spot, so I thought I'd try it. I cast my line quite a few times, but nothing. But that creature came back several times. Just kept swimming back and forth. We finally figured it was either a river otter or a beaver. More likely a beaver, because it was too big to be a river otter. And then-sweet success. After watching Albert play with the fish for hours, and not getting a single nibble myself, I finally felt something at the other end of my line. Yay! I must have had a good hold on him, because I reeled him in so easily-he didn't even fight. I caught me a catfish! Woo-hoo! Albert came running with the camera and a bucket, and that guy suddenly was on the menu for dinner.
After my victory, I was so done. By this time it was pitch black dark, and freezing. My feet had gone totally numb, and wavered back and forth between terrible pain, and simply not being able to feel them. We had been out at this lake all day. I was so ready to go home. But Albert was more determined than ever to catch a fish. I told him to go ahead-I was going back to the truck with the dog.
We waited. And waited. And waited. We waited so long that my whole body had turned in to a popsicle, and I was starting to wonder if Albert had fallen into the lake. I was also becoming wary of night creatures that might get me. But just as I was getting ready to take my frozen self and go look for him, Albert finally showed up. Thank goodness.
During the hour ride back home, I was trying to figure out what to do with this fish. It was late, I was tired, and I didn't feel like dealing with it. But deal with him, I did. We took him far away from all the trailers, so that we wouldn't leave nasty fish smell near the people. When we opened the bucket, I was very distressed to see that this thing was still alive. The only way I know of to kill a fish is to knock it on the head. I decided to let Albert handle this part. After all, I had to clean the thing, a truly revolting job that happens to not bother me at all.
Not really knowing what I was doing, cleaning and filleting this thing took forever. But I got it done, and it wasn't long before that critter was fried up nicely for dinner. I've never had catfish before.
I know I cooked it right (thanks to a helpful phone call to Mom) and it came out well, but I don't think it's my new favorite fish. Not bad, but I'll stick with sea bass and snapper, thank you.
So tomorrow we make the long drive to Houston. I'll keep you all posted!