That was fun.
My gig on Sunday morning didn’t open until 11, but the boat show opened at 10, so we snuck in the back door at the “shallow water fishing expo,” and wandered around for a bit.
Boats. I need a boat. The kayak guys couldn’t get me interested, but that’s a two-fold problem. First, I’ve seen fish big enough to pull around a little kayak. And second? Paddling. Manual labor. Way too much work. But maybe a pole boat? Better yet? An inner tube with a trolling motor? If only I could work out the engineering on that one.
I started working around noon, and I didn’t stop until most folks were loading out. I tossed my wares in the bag and hiked home, pausing long enough to chat with some California fishermen, bragging about 7-pound bass and they did have a small carp on the stringer.
Instead of something exotic, I just munched on some leftovers I was going to use for catfish bait. And promptly fell asleep, dreaming of big fish.
