Tuesday night when we went out Steve said this could very well be the last haul for the season. I have to admit that I was sad. Not only have I connected with a tradition in my town, I have made friends with people I otherwise might never have met. The timeless Delaware feeds my soul. Until I had entered this world I had no idea how soothing this experience could be, or that life would somehow fall into place. Struggles no longer seem unsurmountable, because I know now that the incessant river will be there for me.
That being said, we hauled in some miserable weather Tuesday. It rained all day, but Steve checked the satellite and we had a window before any heavy rain would come again. It drizzled. The wind kicked up, but we were spared any significant rainfall. We went out with 250 yards of net and we only caught one gizzard shad, but a lot of catfish, carp and suckers. There were several bass, a perch, a walleye and 3 or 4 sunnies....
I met the boat when it came back to the bank and then dragged the brail to the point. That was my first time doing that and it was hard, for I had to keep the brail as close to the bank as possible. I was slipping on the rocks a bit, but I didn't fall in!
Afterwards we gathered in the shed and had a beer. Steve said he'd call me if we haul again, but it won't be until Friday evening. If Tuesday was the last haul for the season, at least I can dream about next March when the season begins anew.
Thanks for reading!
btw...you may be wondering why the silly title of today's blog...that is if I've kept your interest this long. Since I had the day off from fishing yesterday I stopped on the way home to take in that new Star Trek film. It was very good.
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