Should I be a Fishing Guide?
No, probably not. But we had a another great day of fishing for Lake Trout on South Holston Reservoir in upper east Tennessee.
Doug and I introduced two young ladies to the adventure of fishing for Lake Trout. Their names are Pamela and Carol, and they are very good anglers. Pamela is a good friend of my Dad, and I had been promising her a fishing trip for a couple of years. Carol is her friend. They both are from Dayton, TN. (Pamela is holding a nice sized Lake Trout in the picture to the left.)
We had a good catch and that meant our limit in Lake Trout (8) and the total stringer weight was over 35 pounds, and the largest was over 7 pounds. (Carol is holing another nice Lake Trout in the picture below.)
We left the lake around 1:00 PM. However, the fishing started off pretty slow, and I was getting a little worried around 10:45 AM. At that time we only had 2 fish in the cooler. Put our patience paid off. In the last hour and a half the fishing was fast and furious.
The picture below shows all the fishers and the catch of the day. All the fish were caught trolling at about 1.8 MPH using Deeper Divers on 50 lb. test braided line, with 17 lb. mono leaders with spoons of various sizes and colors. Most of the fish were caught at depths of 60-80 feet deep.
Some people use prayer is not a "spare tire" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout.
I'm in a hurry to get things done
Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun
All I've really gotta do is live and die
But I'm in a hurry and don't know why....
~Roger Murrah and Randy VanWarmer
Joke of the Day
A man who had spent his whole life in the desert visited a friend. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on. While standing in the middle of the RR tracks, he heard the whistle on a steam locomotive, but didn't know what it was.
Predictably, he's hit and is thrown by the cow-catcher and bounced to the side of the tracks, with some minor internal injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.
After weeks in the hospital recovering, he's at his friend's house attending a party. While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears the teakettle whistling.
He grabs a baseball bat from the nearby closet and proceeds to batter and bash the teakettle into an unrecognizable lump of metal. His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushes into the kitchen, sees what's happened and asks the desert man, "Why'd you ruin my good tea kettle?"
The desert man replies, "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're small."