And that ain't no fish tale...

Fishing fever; fishing lies; fishing tales and fishing hives! According to my grandson, Logan, age 5, there ain’t nothing like reeling in a fish or watching the pole while the fish sneaks up on the hook and snap-- You’ve got him. All fish are referred to as him! Though many have eggs and have to be female because even fish can’t do without the opposite sex!

Today was another day Pawpaw and Logan decided to take a trip to Town Lake and wet a hook. They enjoy the comradery with other fishermen. Now here is the latest fish story told from the mouths of two fishermen named John and Logan.

Pawpaw was sitting in his chair fishing (mostly sitting), and Logan had two fishing poles in the water. One was propped up waiting for the big one and the other he was fishing for brim. The propped up pole started jerking up and down. You know what that means! FISH! Logan threw his brim fishing pole at Pawpaw to catch. Pawpaw didn’t catch it. Instead the hook caught in the crotch of his pants and he couldn’t move. All he could do was concentrate on where that hook was seated. Logan was hollering, “Somebody help me, help me”. “Help” as he was pulling the fish in. A nearby fisherman heard him and came to his aide while Logan reeled in a 7 pound carp. That was a BIG FISH for a little boy. Someone else saw him and came and took his picture with his prize catch of the day. Chick was still working the hook out of the crotch of his pants, but he was a proud Pawpaw. That boy can fish!

The man who took the picture was to send it to me on my email, but I think Pawpaw gave him the wrong address because Logan and I keep waiting for that picture and so far it’s the picture that got away.