Our youngest grand daughter still thinks it is a fun to spend most weekends at our place. Fishing still thrills her. Yesterday the fish were going absolutely crazy. Tonight, the fish bellies must have still been full from all the dragon flies they ate yesterday. So, Alexis got a little restless while fishing this evening. She grabbed one of the old cameras and took a lot of pictures, including this self-portrait.
Then she wandered off to get more worms from the worm bin. That left me with both fishing rods. As soon as she was out of sight and hearing range, one rod bent over with this fat little guy who was just short of 12 inches.
Before I got the fat BG landed, the other rod bent over with a big fat bass that I' guessing was about 18-inches. The two fish battled and tangled the lines to the point where only a knife will get them back to usable. I pulled the bass to the pond edge by hand. It got off just as I was lifting it out of the water.
By the time my grand daughter got back to the pond, the bass was off the line, and I threw the BG back in. All I had was a massive tangle between the two rods. She looked at me and said, "See, I told you they weren't biting!"
