A quick trip up to Ann Arbor for Cynnabar’s 12th Night event so that John could participate in our friend DeForest’s elevation to
So one of my resolutions this year was to “be able to actually catch stuff when I go fishing”. This is one of the resolutions that I made that I had absolutely no control over the outcome of whatsoever, as John has assured me that fishing is about 15% skill (choosing the right bait/spinners, knowing how to cast, etc) and about 100% pure dumb luck.
Last Sunday we went fishing at Caesar Creek Reservoir, and I managed to pull in three good-sized bluegills in the space of about 10 minutes using a minnow spinner. That is about 300% better then I did all last season.
Of course, after that streak, I was back to my usual casting practice and drowning worms for the rest of the fishing trip.
But hey! I still caught three fish!
We weighed them on the kitchen scale when we got home, and they were each just under a half-pound.
We breaded them and pan fried them up and had them for lunch.