I got up at 4:00 AM today. I got my fishing gear together along with my outdoor clothing. This includes my cowboy hat and bandana for the day. I made two pots of coffee to fill a thermos for everyone. I took a moment to read a few blogs and respond to some overnight comments.
My son, daughter-in-law, and grandkids picked me up at 7:00. We went to the Steck Park area of Brownlee Reservoir. Fishing was slow, but not a disaster. My daughter-in-law caught the biggest catfish. It was a dandy, and might have been a shade over five pounds.
My son caught what we called a kitten fish by comparison. You can bet my daughter-in-law took great joy in that. Old grandpa got skunked today. I still had a great time. The grandkids spent most of the time in the mud or lake itself. They had a great time too.
We saw a lot lot of pheasants along the way today. I spotted a coyote on the other side of the lake, and a golden eagle worked the shores from above. We heard chuckars everywhere, but only saw a few. I love watching the animals when I go out.
My son wanted to take me home and let me clean the fish. To be honest, he’s never fileted a fish of any kind. Catfish are more difficult than most, because the skin sticks like iron.
I was on my game. I told him I would be happy to show him, but we were doing it at his house. Grandpa still wants to stay married to grandma.
It was a long day, but a good day. The only downer is that somehow about two inches got broken off the tip of my custom catfish pole. This is one my father made for me and he hand wrapped all the threads. It even has my name on it. Dad isn’t makeing these any longer. I should have locked it in a safe somewhere, but fishing poles are meant for fishing.
I also had my mind blown by The Walking Dead tonight. I was about to be pissed over the Glen storyline, but breathed a small sigh of relief. I won’t feel perfect until I know he wasn’t bitten.
Tomorrow might be the day I get to drop off my truck for repairs. At least I hope it works that way. Beyond that, I want to do some more writing.
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Sorry about your pole. Good day otherwise is good tho 😉
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Craig, sounds like a perfect day! I’m not into fishing, but I love beautiful countryside, water, lovely views and the presence of wildlife inspite of the mini human invasion. I’m imagining clear blue skies, big open expanse of sky and warm sunshine. But what is a chuckar?
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You described it well. The chuckars are getting many questions. It’s kind of common knowledge out west, but I’ve got a lot of explaining to do. He is a European game bird, and a member of the partridge family. He’s pretty and frequently gets painted in pear trees, even though he wants nothing to do with them.
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I thought it was meant to be a partridge in a pear tree? Like chucker better lol! 😀
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Some prehistoric fellow probably heard them calling in a canyon one morning. “Chuck, chuck, chuck…”
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That sounds like a great day to start the week on. Sorry about the fishing pole though. Now to look up with a chuckar is.
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European game bird import. Chukar partridge.
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Got it. Thanks. I remember seeing those on nature shows when I was a kid. Thought they were quail.
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Saw lots of those too. They’re all over the back roads.
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Sounds like a great family day three generations. Shame about your rod can your Dad fix it for you?
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Probably, but he’s in his eighties and is disinclined. I may be able to cowboy something together myself.
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That’s what I like to hear initiative x
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What’s a chuckar?
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Lots of questions about them today. He is a European game bird import. Chukar partridge. Pretty little fellows, the often get painted in pear trees. They want nothing to do with pear trees, but art you know.
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Ah, gotcha. Thanks!
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Lately I’ve been walking along the Spokane River and listening for signs of spring awakening. Today I saw magpies, rabbits, quail, wildflowers, and heard two meadowlarks establishing claims on opposite sides of the river. Lots of families out on the trail — we have conference week, so school is out early. It was lovely.
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Sounds wonderful. My young European pear bloomed today. It’s about two years ahead of schedule.
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Oh, no! 😦 How did your fishing pole break?
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Dad always liked graphite rods. They’re brittle. The poles got tipped over last summer, and that probably caused a crack. A ride in the back of the truck did the rest.
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