an extra hand

The river was high and swift last night and Steve took off a lot of net and ordered a run around. As we hauled the net in I marveled at how the net just whipped past us on the point. Had we kept all of it on we would have had the net in Trenton. At one point we had to just wait for it to drift into the eddy off the point and out of the current because we couldn't pull any more.

Our efforts bore minimal results; just a couple of catfish, some big suckers, a bass and a beautiful brown trout that seemed quite out of place amid the smaller fish. Ted released it, but held it gently, reverendly, in the water before letting it glide away.
There was a poor man who had been calling Steve since last week for catfish. He showed up last night when we didn't go out and today he was waiting with a big pot. Evidently he drove up each day from Trenton. Too bad he missed last week when we caught so many catfish.

At the end of the day I asked Steve how I'm doing. He said that I'm doing great and remarked that it's always good to have an extra, steady hand coming down to the island.

John Baker "friended" me on Facebook. He commented on some of my pictures from the Shad hauling.
I don't think he's washed that shirt yet...

cheers,
greg