Today was the first excellent Solunar day since Princey’s passing, so in honor of him I decided to try going for the catfish I like to call “General Sherman”.
For years now my fuzzy little fishing buddy and I would go on weekly trips to the lake or pond and “catch the feesh” as I would tell him, and he would get all excited, dance around and start whimpering. He loved going fishing, even if it just meant dangling there from my chest harness and sleep while I caught the fish. He just loved to be there.
The overnight temperature is finally warm enough for me to go fishing in the morning, so my fuzzy little fishing buddy and I started this year’s regular trips with a trek to Evelyn Hallman.
To most anglers (and boy scouts) the palomar knot is one of the basic fishing knots. Fairly simple to tie and recommended even by fishing line manufacturers on their packaging. After this past week’s events I will not be using this knot any longer.
We’ve been forever pursuing the elusive event where Kira catches a fish…anywhere. The poor girl has been fishing with me plenty of times for plenty of types of fish, and for some reason they never bite. Finally this morning was different.