Friday, July 11, 2008

C Caught a Whopper!

Once a year, on Treasure Island, we have a fishing contest. The winner gets their name on the plaque in the living room and bragging rights for an entire twelve months.

My bride has never won this prestigious title, and, after twelve years, it is getting to her to the point that she is doing some serious practicing.

She caught this pretty bass while fishing with good old-fashioned worms dug from the garden. She was casting from the point deck at sunset.