I have been so dang busy.
But, part of my new way of healthier for Kat living is to make sure I take some time every day and just do something fun, healthy, or just plain exist without motive other than being.
For the last three days, even though I have been spending countless hours on schooling, ranch tasks, and healing my poor beat up carcass, the hubs and I have also been walking down to the dock and fishing every night.
Last night was a bit of an epic.
To begin with, we have been trying to figure out what the rainbows in the lake like. When I was a kid we fished with worms and eggs, I also picked up some power bait, and there are a lot of little lures in the boat house too. So we set out to try them all.
Let's just say by day three, it was decreed that the little spinner lures were declared the winner based on the evidence that we caught several fish.
However, on day two, aside from a couple bites, we were getting a little annoyed at the sheer volume of fish taunting us. The would quite literally surface like little Mosasaurus all around our bobbers, taunting us with athletic little leaps that were like slaps to our faces. The most egregious assault is that the boat caught a fish before did as we discovered the first day. We were walking back to the house, when I spied a twelve inch rainbow dead under the seat in my favorite row boat. It had stormed the day before and the dang BOAT caught a fish before we did.
Well, yesterday it was time to try the lures. I had two fat rainbows on the dock before you could say trout and toast. My second catch was a beauty, at least two pounds and 16-18inches long. It's purple and pink sides were resplendent of a sunset, and I swear it unlocked some of the fishing skills of my youth because I grabbed the needle nose pliers, removed the triple hook out of the trout's mouth, and helped get it breathing and ready to go on its way again by holding it gently in the water and supporting it as it wove back and forth in my hand. It even impressed the ranch owner, apparently I am now known as the fish whisperer. LOL!
But the highlight, or not, of our evening was the Corg. Cora has a fetch addiction. Her sole directive in life is to fetch the stick. She will assault you with anything she can find for such an endeavor, pine cones, kindling, branches, you name it. Well, apparently the casted lure looked stick like because as I casted after catching fish one, a splash resounded next to me. Cora had jumped in.
Here's the thing, our corg no swim good. She bobs up and flounders around like an ill-trained toddler, the whites of her eyes resembling a spooked horse. She's really rather comical to see when she is trying to navigate the sea, but kinda a PITA to get out of the water, which the ranch owner and I finally did after a bit of a comedy of errors.
I locked her on the pontoon boat and chastised her a bit. We went back to fishing and bsing with the owners, and a few fish later as the hubs casted his line, another splash was heard.
She had went in. Again.
This time the hubs was closest to the errant corgi. He grabbed the net and plunked it down over her head while grumbling, "Come here." It was like watching John Wayne do a water rescue. The ranch owner and I were laughing so hard that we were crying as we watched the grumpy Hawaiian reach inside the net and yard the struggling corg out of the water for the second time. The look of shame on Cora's face was solidly matched by the look of disgust on the hub's face.
Fishing is fun.
Tonight, I think I will give the rainbows (and the corg) a break and just take a walk around the lake for my fun. The knee is mending from Friday's spectacular fall, so I think I will gently test er' out since I just finished my school work for the week!
It's never dull here, that is for sure!
And as most of the time, all of the images were taken on the author's not in possession of fish footage because I wisely left my phone in the cabin iPhone.
