Today I caught the Big One and his older brother. It was so much fun. They both gave me a good fight and I was afraid they were going to break my line but they didn't. The second fish was the one that broke my line yesterday and he wasn't as big and the first one I caught today. He had another persons hook in his cheek and a gauge out of his side. Poor thing, I felt bad for him. It didn't slow him down any.
2 comments:
Once in Maine when I was 8 or 9 I caught a fish like that. Much smaller but a fighter! We named him Fred the Fighting Fish. I was big into alliteration I guess!
well aren't you the fisher lady!!! are ya gonna offer him as blog candy!!!! bwwwaahhhaaaa!
P.S. you are beautiful.
hugs,
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