Well, here we are again and welcome to the fishing report for less than competent anglers.
Saturday - I got an early start. Not early-early, but I hit the lake at around 8am. I went to a cove filled with dead trees first and tried several different lures, plus the worm thing. Nada. Then I went to the park and tried a spot I don't usually hit. I went there because that morning it seemed like a place where fish ought to be. I found myself a good sittin' rock and cast out, letting the breeze and the current drag my worm along at about 5-6' deep. Nothing was happening, so I decided to get a drink of water. Dug into my go bag, pulled out the water, uncapped it and began glugging away when I noticed my bobber slowly disappear. I scrambled to put everything down without dousing myself or loosing my remaining water. Still down by the time I got ahold of my rod. Set the hook. Nada. Left it alone for a few minutes and just when I digging in my pocket for a cigarette and my lighter, the bobber disappears again. I set the hook this time. Whatever it was, it was big, but it got off. So I threw back out in the same place and waited. Sure enough, after five-ten minutes, the bobber slowly disappeared again. And the fight was on. My drag was whining and my pretty pink pole was bending. About ten feet from shore and about a foot deep, the beast rolled so I could see him, and then he dove. A few more turns of the reel and Sproing! I thought I snapped the line, but when I got it to shore, the whole rig was there - minus the worm. I tried again, but I think when the hook ripped out of his mouth, he took that as a sign to feed elsewhere. It was a walleye. Bigger than the 22" one I got back in November. Maybe 25-27"? A hawg, though. Oh, the frustration of not landing that fish. Argh.
Hubs and I went out to the same place in the afternoon. Spent 3 gorgeous hours on the lake. Nada.
Monday - I wanted to morning fish, but I had errands to run. I did try a new spot on the way back, but the place was so busy with boats and so junked up with detritus, I left. Hubs and I went out again in the afternoon. To our go-to spot. He caught a 10" bass and a 14" bass - both spotted. Then he caught a little bluegill about 5". I caught two bluegills about 5-6". He really hoped I'd catch a bass, too, but we were tired, so we went home.
Thursday - I started out back in one of the feeder creeks. Itty bitty fishies were stealing my worms, but no actual noticeable bites. So I left. I went back to our go-to spot. Got there about 4:20pm. Caught a keeper spotted bass about 4:30. Just over 15". Yay. Then I caught a 12" spot. Then I got a bass almost all the way in before it shook its head and got off. I'm thinking 13" largemouth. Then I caught another 12" spot. They were really nailing my worm, but the sun had set and I hate driving in the dark. Got home about 6:30pm. Filleted the spot and put it in the fridge for Friday's dinner.
Friday - No fishing, but man was that spotted bass tasty. Pan friend it in 3 tbsp of margarine with a whisper of black pepper. That's all. Served it with baked potatoes and baked beans.
That's it for me this week. The temperatures have dropped again, but nothing tragic, so I'll be out sometime this coming week. That's for sure.
See ya next time. And remember to get outside sometime soon.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Thursday This n That
I am becoming decidedly less tolerant of ignorance and bullshit every day. So, let's talk about other stuff, eh?
It's February 23rd and we're already hearing spring peepers. If you're not familiar with spring peepers, they're little frogs that start chirping in the springtime, looking for a lady peeper. It's a glorious chorus. Their symphony is one of the sure signs that Spring is here. We didn't have spring peepers in Colorado, and let me tell ya, I missed them. Now we're here and so are they. That makes me happy. The first time I heard them this year, I stopped what I was doing and told Hubs to listen. He was all like 'what?' and I said "SPRING PEEPERS!". =o)
My hyacinths are blooming. But my crocuses are barely peeking out of the ground. There are little leaves on my lilac bush. My roses are crazy with leaf buds and new branch buds. Keep your fingers crossed we don't get an unexpected cold snap. That would suck.
The eagles are still here, but I haven't seen a sapsucker in a couple weeks. My little friend, the ruby-crowned kinglet is visiting the suet less and less, but mainly because the bugs have awakened, and I assume he likes bugs better than suet. He needs to fatten up for his long journey north. Better for him to hunt bugs than spend his time on our porch eating the government cheese.
Bugs. Yeah, the one bad thing about Spring is that the bugs are waking up. Yesterday, Hubs and I went out on the back deck to enjoy the sun and the warmth, but there were so many little bugs, we came back inside. Bleh. And I woke up this morning to a bug bite on my arm. Gah. Hubs is already talking about when he's going to spray for ticks this year. Usually it's late March or early April. This year, it might be next week.
Speaking of bugs, I thought I saw a butterfly yesterday. I know I saw a wasp.
That's it for me today. What's it for you?
It's February 23rd and we're already hearing spring peepers. If you're not familiar with spring peepers, they're little frogs that start chirping in the springtime, looking for a lady peeper. It's a glorious chorus. Their symphony is one of the sure signs that Spring is here. We didn't have spring peepers in Colorado, and let me tell ya, I missed them. Now we're here and so are they. That makes me happy. The first time I heard them this year, I stopped what I was doing and told Hubs to listen. He was all like 'what?' and I said "SPRING PEEPERS!". =o)
My hyacinths are blooming. But my crocuses are barely peeking out of the ground. There are little leaves on my lilac bush. My roses are crazy with leaf buds and new branch buds. Keep your fingers crossed we don't get an unexpected cold snap. That would suck.
The eagles are still here, but I haven't seen a sapsucker in a couple weeks. My little friend, the ruby-crowned kinglet is visiting the suet less and less, but mainly because the bugs have awakened, and I assume he likes bugs better than suet. He needs to fatten up for his long journey north. Better for him to hunt bugs than spend his time on our porch eating the government cheese.
Bugs. Yeah, the one bad thing about Spring is that the bugs are waking up. Yesterday, Hubs and I went out on the back deck to enjoy the sun and the warmth, but there were so many little bugs, we came back inside. Bleh. And I woke up this morning to a bug bite on my arm. Gah. Hubs is already talking about when he's going to spray for ticks this year. Usually it's late March or early April. This year, it might be next week.
Speaking of bugs, I thought I saw a butterfly yesterday. I know I saw a wasp.
That's it for me today. What's it for you?
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
OMG BRB, K? LOL
When you see me out and about the internet, you may often see me type OMG. In my head, I'm saying 'oh my god' not 'oh em gee' and the letters are just an abbreviation. Same with WTF and BTW. I'm thinking the words not the letters.
But when I type LOL, yeah, I'm thinking 'el oh el'. Which, to me, is shorter than saying 'ha ha ha' and somehow seems less sarcastic. Y'all know I'm over here finding something amusing. If it's really amusing, I'm all like ROFL... which over the years has degenerated in my head to 'roffle'. If I roffle in your general direction, I'm finding it more amusing that a simple LOL.
I rarely LMAO (la-mayo) at anyone anymore. And I never put the F in the middle anymore. I guess things aren't as F'ing funny as they used to be. And nothing is ROFLMFAO these days.
I still say IMO on occasion, but I figure these days everyone ought to know that what I type is my opinion, so it's not as necessary. I never put the H in the middle of that, ever. My opinions are not humble.
I love how my friend, Silver occasionally throws BBQ in the middle of her acronyms. It makes me LOL.
I only ever BRB when I'm chatting in FB messenger with the Kid. She also gets graced on occasion with GGP, but that's between us. (Yeah, if you don't know what GGP is, I ain't tellin' here.)
She also gets and gives the occasional K, which is really short for okay and occasionally blooms into KK.
And then, as we go on about our respective days we say TTYL or TTYS. (Talk to you soon or talk to you later.) When we're feeling silly sometimes it turns into something like TTYAC or TTYOTSP (talk to you after class or talk to you once the storm passes) or something similarly long and unwieldy. Because that's how we roll.
Do you still use acronyms? Or are they passe? Do you care?
But when I type LOL, yeah, I'm thinking 'el oh el'. Which, to me, is shorter than saying 'ha ha ha' and somehow seems less sarcastic. Y'all know I'm over here finding something amusing. If it's really amusing, I'm all like ROFL... which over the years has degenerated in my head to 'roffle'. If I roffle in your general direction, I'm finding it more amusing that a simple LOL.
I rarely LMAO (la-mayo) at anyone anymore. And I never put the F in the middle anymore. I guess things aren't as F'ing funny as they used to be. And nothing is ROFLMFAO these days.
I still say IMO on occasion, but I figure these days everyone ought to know that what I type is my opinion, so it's not as necessary. I never put the H in the middle of that, ever. My opinions are not humble.
I love how my friend, Silver occasionally throws BBQ in the middle of her acronyms. It makes me LOL.
I only ever BRB when I'm chatting in FB messenger with the Kid. She also gets graced on occasion with GGP, but that's between us. (Yeah, if you don't know what GGP is, I ain't tellin' here.)
She also gets and gives the occasional K, which is really short for okay and occasionally blooms into KK.
And then, as we go on about our respective days we say TTYL or TTYS. (Talk to you soon or talk to you later.) When we're feeling silly sometimes it turns into something like TTYAC or TTYOTSP (talk to you after class or talk to you once the storm passes) or something similarly long and unwieldy. Because that's how we roll.
Do you still use acronyms? Or are they passe? Do you care?
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Sunday Update - Week 7
And what a week it was.
I hammered out 12265 words last week, and that included taking yesterday off. So, averaging 2K on the days I worked actually worked out. And I had an epiphany on Friday night that continued through to Saturday morning. To give you a hint, I was singing "This writer's gotta kill someone, before the day is through" ala Eagles while I was out fishing yesterday. And therein lay the rub. I was so pooped after fishing I couldn't write last night. Ah, well, today someone has to die.
Speaking of fishing, I did a lot of that last week, too. For more info, read the Saturday Fishing Report. It doesn't include yesterday, though. Yesterday was an exercise in patience and frustration as the biggest fish I ever almost caught got away and I spent a lot of time trying to get him to bite again.
I finished one book last week. Granny Hooks a Crook by Julie Seedorf. Cute book. Fun read. (BTW, the Amazon credit I mentioned actually did come through. Yay.)
I also had a sale last week, complete with advertising. Let's see. I spent $40 on ads. I made $15. Here's hoping there'll be some residual stuff because I can't afford to run ads that don't at least pay for themselves.
Oh, and I weighed myself last week. You may remember I used to be all focused on my weight. And then I stopped worrying about it and resolved to just be more active. Which meant I stopped weighing myself every goddamn week. Now, I weigh myself when I feel like it. Well, I felt like it. And I felt like I was either going to be heavier or about the same as where I'd backslid to last fall. Nope. Down to 181. That's a 14 lb drop from January of 2016, so yay me. And I feel great, so even better. Fishing. Who knew?
Okay, that's it for me. What's up with you?
I hammered out 12265 words last week, and that included taking yesterday off. So, averaging 2K on the days I worked actually worked out. And I had an epiphany on Friday night that continued through to Saturday morning. To give you a hint, I was singing "This writer's gotta kill someone, before the day is through" ala Eagles while I was out fishing yesterday. And therein lay the rub. I was so pooped after fishing I couldn't write last night. Ah, well, today someone has to die.
Speaking of fishing, I did a lot of that last week, too. For more info, read the Saturday Fishing Report. It doesn't include yesterday, though. Yesterday was an exercise in patience and frustration as the biggest fish I ever almost caught got away and I spent a lot of time trying to get him to bite again.
I finished one book last week. Granny Hooks a Crook by Julie Seedorf. Cute book. Fun read. (BTW, the Amazon credit I mentioned actually did come through. Yay.)
I also had a sale last week, complete with advertising. Let's see. I spent $40 on ads. I made $15. Here's hoping there'll be some residual stuff because I can't afford to run ads that don't at least pay for themselves.
Oh, and I weighed myself last week. You may remember I used to be all focused on my weight. And then I stopped worrying about it and resolved to just be more active. Which meant I stopped weighing myself every goddamn week. Now, I weigh myself when I feel like it. Well, I felt like it. And I felt like I was either going to be heavier or about the same as where I'd backslid to last fall. Nope. Down to 181. That's a 14 lb drop from January of 2016, so yay me. And I feel great, so even better. Fishing. Who knew?
Okay, that's it for me. What's up with you?
Saturday, February 18, 2017
Saturday Fishing Report - 2/18/17
Well, folks, it's that time again. Here's the report from your less than competent angler.
Saturday - The day started out at 61F and the world was being annoying, so I headed on out to the lake. I picked a spot with a cove off one of the feeder creeks to TLR. This one had loads of dead timber standing. And with my new reel, I had tons of control to cast where I needed to go. I picked a spot between two stands of dead timber and cast away. First cast got a hit, but I missed it. Second cast got a hit, but the fish got off after about 5-6 feet of reeling toward me. Third cast was a winner. 14" largemouth. And that was it. The last bite I got the rest of the trip. I got to the lake at 8am. I kept trying for about an hour. Then I moved to a different area. No bites at all. But the wind had come up fast and the haze had burned away, so I really wasn't expecting too much. I tried there for an hour and then went home.
Monday - I went out in the morning again, even though this time it was like 39F. Froze my buns off. Caught nothing. Then the wind came up and froze me worse, so I went home.
Wednesday - Hubs and I went out in the afternoon. We spent a couple hours picking up trash at one of our favorite fishing spots, then we drowned worms for an hour. We started getting hits right before 5pm, but the temps were dropping and the wind was coming up, so we left without catching anything.
Friday - Tried two different spots first thing in the morning. First, the main lake. I walked all over that place, from one end with ledges and dead trees to the other with a cove and loads of pebbly bottom. Got one bite that took half the worm about 20' off the boat ramp and then not another one. Second, a feeder creek into the main lake. No bites at all. Oh well. I picked up trash and went home.
Equipment score for the week: 20+ sinkers (including a 5oz and a 1.5oz) and one old lure for us. One lure, about 3 sinker (medium sized bites), swivel, hook rigs for the lake.
That's it for me this past week. Did you manage to get outside at all last week?
Saturday - The day started out at 61F and the world was being annoying, so I headed on out to the lake. I picked a spot with a cove off one of the feeder creeks to TLR. This one had loads of dead timber standing. And with my new reel, I had tons of control to cast where I needed to go. I picked a spot between two stands of dead timber and cast away. First cast got a hit, but I missed it. Second cast got a hit, but the fish got off after about 5-6 feet of reeling toward me. Third cast was a winner. 14" largemouth. And that was it. The last bite I got the rest of the trip. I got to the lake at 8am. I kept trying for about an hour. Then I moved to a different area. No bites at all. But the wind had come up fast and the haze had burned away, so I really wasn't expecting too much. I tried there for an hour and then went home.
Monday - I went out in the morning again, even though this time it was like 39F. Froze my buns off. Caught nothing. Then the wind came up and froze me worse, so I went home.
Wednesday - Hubs and I went out in the afternoon. We spent a couple hours picking up trash at one of our favorite fishing spots, then we drowned worms for an hour. We started getting hits right before 5pm, but the temps were dropping and the wind was coming up, so we left without catching anything.
Friday - Tried two different spots first thing in the morning. First, the main lake. I walked all over that place, from one end with ledges and dead trees to the other with a cove and loads of pebbly bottom. Got one bite that took half the worm about 20' off the boat ramp and then not another one. Second, a feeder creek into the main lake. No bites at all. Oh well. I picked up trash and went home.
Equipment score for the week: 20+ sinkers (including a 5oz and a 1.5oz) and one old lure for us. One lure, about 3 sinker (medium sized bites), swivel, hook rigs for the lake.
That's it for me this past week. Did you manage to get outside at all last week?
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Thursday This n That
I weighed myself yesterday and learned two interesting things. 1) my go-to winter clothes weigh 4lbs. 2) I lost 14 pounds since January 2016. No dieting. Just an increase in activity. It was dance-ercising the first half of last year, if you remember, and then that fell apart right around the time I painted the bathroom. Then the Kid was here. Then I was a toad for a little while. Then I started fishing regularly. I think the walking up and down the lake and river edges, lugging gear, really did the trick. Plus, I don't munch while I'm fishing. Except maybe a snack bar when we're on the boat.
I've been watching Last Man Standing a lot lately. If you ever see the immigration episode, it slays me. When she talks about the Gatos de la Playa, and then later he tells her to release the beach kitties... ROFL... "no back talk or I'll laugh while the cats scratch out your eyes." LMAO
Yes, I am a strange woman.
Yesterday afternoon, Hubs and I went to the lake with some plastic bags and spent a couple hours picking up trash at one of our favorite fishing spots. Well, he was mostly picking up trash. I was pulling fishing line out of the ground. I had a plastic grocery bag half full of tangled line by the time we were done. I hate that shit with a burning passion. Yes, I know it's a necessary function of fishing. Hooks get snagged and line breaks off. Lord knows I've had it happen often enough. Which is part of the reason I pick it up when I see it. Chances are it's not mine, but maybe someday someone else will pick up my line while they're out, and so on so on. What I really hate is when someone respools and leaves their old line laying there. Erg. Police your trash people.
I smoke like a freakin' fiend when I fish. And every butt goes in my pocket (once it's out, of course...LOL). The only thing worse than fishing line all over the place is cigarette butts. Bleh. And beer cans. And candy wrappers. My god, people. Really?
I was sore and tired as hell by the time we got home, but I still managed to get 1500 words out last night. Now I'm sore as hell but not too tired. Because, hey, morning. And coffee.
Okay, that's it for me. What's it for you?
I've been watching Last Man Standing a lot lately. If you ever see the immigration episode, it slays me. When she talks about the Gatos de la Playa, and then later he tells her to release the beach kitties... ROFL... "no back talk or I'll laugh while the cats scratch out your eyes." LMAO
Yes, I am a strange woman.
Yesterday afternoon, Hubs and I went to the lake with some plastic bags and spent a couple hours picking up trash at one of our favorite fishing spots. Well, he was mostly picking up trash. I was pulling fishing line out of the ground. I had a plastic grocery bag half full of tangled line by the time we were done. I hate that shit with a burning passion. Yes, I know it's a necessary function of fishing. Hooks get snagged and line breaks off. Lord knows I've had it happen often enough. Which is part of the reason I pick it up when I see it. Chances are it's not mine, but maybe someday someone else will pick up my line while they're out, and so on so on. What I really hate is when someone respools and leaves their old line laying there. Erg. Police your trash people.
I smoke like a freakin' fiend when I fish. And every butt goes in my pocket (once it's out, of course...LOL). The only thing worse than fishing line all over the place is cigarette butts. Bleh. And beer cans. And candy wrappers. My god, people. Really?
I was sore and tired as hell by the time we got home, but I still managed to get 1500 words out last night. Now I'm sore as hell but not too tired. Because, hey, morning. And coffee.
Okay, that's it for me. What's it for you?
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Pep Talk
Umm, yeah. I had big plans for bookiversary week. But since only me and a handful of friends really seemed to care, I figured why bother. Hell, I held a contest on my FB page with a $10 gift card and no one entered. I had plans for other things, but it's hard to throw a party no one is going to show up for. So, that's that. The books are still on sale for .99 dollars or pounds through Saturday night.
I also did some advertising. That was a rapidly deflating balloon.
But I'm still writing. I rolled over 24K last night. Still behind if I want to average 2K a day and have this done by the time my edits come back from J, but I'm feeling pretty good about the progress. The book is, of course, a hot mess. But I can fix words on the page. And I know how it's going to end.
I'm keeping my spirits afloat by listening to Andy Grammer. And fishing. And remembering why I started this self-publishing thing. I don't have a huge following, but people are reading my books and most of them seem to be enjoying the stories.
It's Valentine's Day and I'm here in my lovely home with my bestest and sweetest. There's money in the bank to pay the bills, buy the foods, etc. And I live in a beautiful place where eagles vacation and deer hang out in my back yard. It's all good.
What's good with you?
I also did some advertising. That was a rapidly deflating balloon.
But I'm still writing. I rolled over 24K last night. Still behind if I want to average 2K a day and have this done by the time my edits come back from J, but I'm feeling pretty good about the progress. The book is, of course, a hot mess. But I can fix words on the page. And I know how it's going to end.
I'm keeping my spirits afloat by listening to Andy Grammer. And fishing. And remembering why I started this self-publishing thing. I don't have a huge following, but people are reading my books and most of them seem to be enjoying the stories.
It's Valentine's Day and I'm here in my lovely home with my bestest and sweetest. There's money in the bank to pay the bills, buy the foods, etc. And I live in a beautiful place where eagles vacation and deer hang out in my back yard. It's all good.
What's good with you?
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