gotta hand it to ya

A large amount of the yammering tonight was about the size of the trout we netted last night. Hands extended to all lengths and somebody said it was a rainbow, another said it was a brown trout. It was a magnificent fish no matter what it was. There was also much speculation about other oddities to be pulled from the river. Sturgeon evidently hang out near the Calhoun Street bridge in Trenton. Someone landed a 17 lb. Flathead Catfish by the Lehigh River. Spawning carp were sighted last week in the deeper area near the PA side. The Koi that we landed last week, but failed to kill, cropped up in the conversation. I listened quietly to the talk. I'm not really a fisherman, but I did marvel at these tales.

It was a gloriously beautiful day today. In the eighties and there were no clouds in the sky. I wore just a tank top and was comfortable. I always like to get down to the river a bit early, before everyone else, just so I can sit and look at the river. When I first moved my family down to Lambertville in 1989 we used Lewis Island as a sort of beach during the summer. We'd eat our lunch on the benches and splash about in the water. At the time we had a Golden Retriever who loved to go far out into the river with us as we swam. In the summer the Delaware is often very shallow and we were able to wade nearly three quarters of the way across before it got too deep for the kids.

Enough nostalgia...Back to the fishing. We hardly caught anything at all today. A bunch of gizzard shad, a bass, and a few suckers. That's okay there's always another opportunity tomorrow.

Remember to put on sun screen folks!

greg