Ha! I caught my limit–five trout, 9-1/2″ to 11-1/2″. My husband and I headed for the pond just after 6 PM and stayed 2-1/2 hours fishing. As evening pressed on, the fish were jumping and biting and skipping toward the shore. I just love fish who want to come home with us. If it weren’t for the State’s legal limit, I’d have wanted to fish longer. I was hooked; what can I say?
Vic took these pictures. He would have been fishing but his reel broke.
The first bite to hang on. . .
Closer. . .
And closer. . .
The trout has landed!
And it’s time to go home, Number 5.
Eel Creek Chronicles 
If I can ‘remember you can’t eat fish I love fish although im a vegetarian. Do the cats get some?
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Good memory, Chris. I am allergic to all fish. But I love fishing, and my husband, who also fishes of course, and our cats love fish. °🐟
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Luv a good pun! Cheers,H
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I don’t see what you see. . .what pun?
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“I was hooked” ………..perhaps I read more into it than I was meant to?Cheers,H
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It’s called a “double entendre” when word play takes on an additional meaning of the same words.
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Looks like a successful trip.
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It was!
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Looks like a scene of the good life we dream of made real!
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You got that right friend Greg!
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I just realized if I got off my backside I could actually do this!
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But of course you can! 🤗
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Stay tuned!
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Keep me posted! You’re going to be a fisherman!
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Beautiful! Both the lake and you.
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❤ Thank you, my desert friend.
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