313: The one that didn’t get awayPosted: August 2, 2011
Noah caught a big bass yesterday around sunset. It was 17 inches long yesterday. This morning it was 17-1/2 inches. And this afternoon it was 18 inches. As with all fish tales, the fish grows with each telling of the tale. (Actual size was 17 inches.)
This mother of all bass in our pond had pretty much swallowed the hook. Neither M nor Noah was able to remove it so it was decided she would become lunch (as we had already had dinner when they caught her yesterday). She was shared by almost all at lunch today.
I have to admit to not wanting to partake. I was oddly sad when they had to kill the fish, even knowing that we need to remove some of the big fish from our pond so the little fish will have a chance to grow. That’s the number one reason I do better as a vegetarian. If I can’t kill it, I don’t think I should eat it. That’s just me, though. Your mileage may vary.
For those inquiring minds who want to know:
That is the photo my nephew (Noah) decided on for his birthday gift. We played with it in Photoshop and Picnik until we achieved what he wanted. I think he did a nice job with some of the effects.
That’s it from the Bogs for today. I’ve been outside several times today, honoring my commitment. M the Younger and Merdi are here for the day so we’ve been sitting out on the porch with Noah and Dad, talking, laughing, and generally getting caught up with each others lives. I’ve also been out to the garden to pick vegetables. The peppers and cucumbers are coming in like gangbusters.
Anyone need any super chiles? I have far more than I think I’ll use over the course of the rest of my lifetime.