Someone once made the mistake of telling JR#1 that the best time to go fishing was very early in the morning. So, true to form and using his elephant-like memory, at 5:30 AM he was up and about, dancing in place with excitement, saying “I’m really excited about fishing!”.
Dragged myself down to the dock, and into the water the line went… and:
That, my friends, is a truly massive Pumpkinseed Sunfish, Lepomis gibbosus. And when I say 'massive', what I really mean is 'miniscule'.
Final score for the weekend:
Bluegill Sunfish: 4
Pumpkinseed Sunfish: 2
Smallmouth Bass: 1
Total caught with new, spiffy lures: exactly 1.
Largest fish: a whopping 6 inches long. That's, oh, 16 centimetres. Barely enough to feed the cat, if, indeed, there was such an animal there. I sure couldn't be bothered scaling, cleaning and cooking something that small. Actually, it could have been 20 pounds and I wouldn't have bothered, either. Bluch. Fish guts. Yeeeurgh.
Ah well. We didn't exactly set any records, but we managed to not fall in the water. Except JR1, who in all the excitement, forgot where the edge of the dock was and ended up submerged, something he normally avoids at all costs, even during swimming lessons. We did see this fellow though, and a few of his other froggy friends, as well as the usual collection of turtles, loons, chipmunks and deer:
That's a Bullfrog, Rana catesbeiana. I wouldn't eat this fellow either, not even the legs.