Fishing With Zachary
On Saturday morning Kevin, Zachary and I went fishing. Zachary had been telling me he wanted to catch some big fish for a change. He was tired of catching those little blue gill. Well, it seems we did just that.
We had not been on the lake long when we got our first bites. Then we netted a 4 pound plus lake trout and Zachary was excited by how “big” it was. But a few minutes more Zachary was fighting a bigger fish. It was a struggle to get him to the boat, and I had a hard time getting it to the net. I knew it was big. It weighed 7 3/4 pounds. See picture at left.
We had 7 fish in the cooler when we left the lake: 6 Lake Trout (our limit) and 1 Rainbow Trout. We were home by about 2:00 PM, then they watched me clean the fish. They are now in the freezer waiting for a convenient time for us to have a fish supper. Here’s a few more pictures from our exciting day.
Granddaddy had a great time on the lake with Kevin and Zachary. I’m glad we caught some fish. It gets pretty boring to go fishing and not catch any. It made a good day for Zachary, and I hope he’ll want to go back and try his luck again.
Grandfathers are just antique little boys.
Joke of the Day
Have you ever been guilty of looking at others your own age and thinking surely I can't look that old. Well . . . You'll love this one.
My name is Alice, and I was sitting in the waiting room for my first appointment with a new dentist.
I noticed his DDS diploma on the wall, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered a tall, handsome, dark-haired boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 40-odd years ago.
Could he be the same guy that I had a secret crush on, way back then?
Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any such thought.
This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was way too old to have been my classmate.
After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended Morgan Park High School.
'Yes. Yes, I did. I'm a Mustang,' he gleamed with pride.
When did you graduate?' I asked.
He answered, ‘In 1975. Why do you ask?'
‘You were in my class!', I exclaimed.
He looked at me closely.
Then, that ugly, old, bald, wrinkled faced, gray-haired old goat, decrepit asked,
‘What did you teach???’