This is a rental house belonging to a cousin. I sure as Hell wouldn’t have done all that work on a stranger’s property!
And below is the “after” shot:
We decided that – since we would not be finishing this week anyway, we’d just side up to the gable starts.
Here is how I spent my afternoon/evenings:
The above is a 17.5-inch, 4-lb bass (according to Cousin’s calibrated arm) (*3.37-lb according to the charts) I caught on Kentucky Lake on Thursday. I’d caught a number of other ones earlier that day and earlier in the week, but this one was a personal best.
Hey! I know it isn’t any “great” catch – but it was fun for me, who rarely gets out to do any real bass fishing.
Here is my second-best: a 15-inch (barely legal) one I caught about 30-40 minutes later.
I’ll be going back next week end to help finish up the rest of the house.
Overall, it was a nice, relaxing getaway.
July 3, 2009 at 10:31 pm
I actually went the whole 5 days without messing with anyone except the ladies behind the Bait & Tackle store counter. There was much mirth and excitement as I dropped my pants and permitted myself to be violated for $30 for a 7-day out-of-state fishing license. Actually, it could have been worse.
The ladies were a bit perplexed when I opened the worm container we bought and pulled out a redworm and queried as to its freshness, and if they tasted good. I then handed a worm towards one of the ladies to see if she would assure me that they tasted good to fish.
Then I asked of the worms could hold their breath because – oddly enough – I was going to get them wet. The ladies were quite puzzled.
Then I complained that the worms wriggled too much, and whispered to them to “Run for your lives – no, wait! – you don’t have any legs!”.
July 3, 2009 at 11:44 pm
Glad you survived. Used to love bass fishing–best eatin’ in the world are the ones you catch yourself.
July 4, 2009 at 12:15 am
Yep. I had not done any serious bass fishing in a decade, so it was a real treat. Plus, my cousin knew the lake forwards & backwards, and was well-equipped. He really had his shit together.
The bass were where they were supposed to be (under the brush overhangs close to shore) but weren’t just jumping onto the hook: ya had to earn the catch with modestly good casting and lure-play. Took me two-three days to get my casting arm back to a semi-calibrated condition.
I had a moment of real confusion when it came time to toss the 17.5-incher back. I considered eating the fucker (woulda been tasty!) or letting someone else battle with it on another day. I let it go….
July 4, 2009 at 2:06 am
Nice Fish! Nothing like a getaway that gives a little rest after a little work.
July 4, 2009 at 5:13 am
Yeah, I agree, w-doodle. I owed my cousin a siding job because he helped me with my garage (and because I’m a generous soul!) , but the fishing is a bonus!
July 4, 2009 at 11:03 am
Holy shiite, McGoo… $30 for seven days? I hope ya ate more than $30 worth of fish.
Looks like it was probably worth it.
July 4, 2009 at 11:24 am
McGoo, found this link over at Badgirl’s place and for some strange reason thought of you snarking the hell out of some of this. Of course, the title alone is gold.
http://erogarden.blogspot.com/2009/06/18-more-worlds-most-disturbing-sex-toys.html
July 4, 2009 at 12:44 pm
HAHAHAHA…perplexed? Kentucky ladies have no sense of humor. hee hee
I’m glad you had a great time McGoo. We used to drive once a year through Kentucky and Mr. Beasn always wanted to fish on the lakes. I will have to show him your bass.
Did you buy any fireworks? Have a hose handy. Wouldn’t want your cousin to come back up to rebuild a garage.
July 4, 2009 at 1:03 pm
McGoo – Glad you’re back (and your front). Now, make with the snark I’ve been missing!
July 4, 2009 at 1:03 pm
Did you remember to bring your banjo?
And I agree with Gnus, 30 bucks for a seven day license is highway robbery, here for 25 bucks you can get a non resident license that is good for the whole year.
July 4, 2009 at 7:20 pm
do you make a habit out of ‘puzzling’ the ladies?
July 4, 2009 at 7:57 pm
Nursemyra – I used to bang the living crap outa them, but I’m all old and tired now! I do so enjoy puzzling them, though.
Daver – I didn’t come from Alabama, so I neglected to arrive with my banjo on my knee. And – yeah – I thought the $30 was a bit much, but I’m gonna pay $7 for a single day next weekend. My rectum is getting that ol’ Kentucky Sore feeling.
MCPO – cb just gave me a link (above) to a snarkworthy site. I’m hoping I can re-acquire my snark, which I think was vacationing in Kentucky without my knowledge.
PnB – I love messin’ with humorless folks. I consider it a challenge to make them laugh. And I will….no matter what it takes. I’m already prepared for my next run-in with them when I go back. I’m thinking about resurrecting my whoopee cushion and my Texas Teeth. The bait & tackle ladies are doomed.
July 4, 2009 at 9:51 pm
On the next trip, swing by Anderson, IN and pick me up too!
July 4, 2009 at 9:52 pm
I wanna go! Me too! Take me! Take me!
Wait!
$7? I can fish fer free hereabouts. Comes with being an olde pharte.
I gotta work anyways.
Crap!
July 5, 2009 at 2:39 am
Right, Will!
July 5, 2009 at 2:42 am
Oh! PnB! No, I did not buy any fireworks. there are plenty of them around here. But I didn’t set any off this year. More and more, I’ve gotten tired of the noise. I guess that officially makes me an Old Fart. I don’t feel like one quite yet, though.
July 5, 2009 at 9:49 am
Obviously those were no ladies. They were government spies, robots sent to keep tabs on you, to make sure you harmed no worms in the process of fishing, and that you didn’t keep any bass under 15 inches.
Still…it would have been hilarious if one of them took a bit of the worm…
July 5, 2009 at 10:46 am
In case you haven’t seen it… here ya go.
July 5, 2009 at 10:51 am
just plain pathetic
Tam points out…
July 5, 2009 at 11:17 am
Here’s a good read, while we’re spending the day recovering from that fifth on the Fourth.
July 5, 2009 at 3:56 pm
Pip, pip, cheerio to that last one Gnus. Top shelf.
July 5, 2009 at 5:14 pm
Nice blog you’ve got here, McGee. I like it. My kind of place.
July 5, 2009 at 5:54 pm
Thank you, looquat! Welcome! Take your shoes off. Sit a spell. Make yourself at home!
July 5, 2009 at 6:13 pm
That’s very kind of you,
McGeeMcGoo. I may just take you up on it.Kindness is not always a virtue.
July 5, 2009 at 6:16 pm
Ah…but kindness is its own pain in the ass, as my dear departed mother used to say wasn’t at all true. I used to reply, “I resemble that.” I don’t know why.