A week ago last Friday I blasted out of my renovation lending ConEd class to get packed for the camping trip you may have read about on trig's blog: On having to give a SS number etc.. Really, a bizarre start to a strange night at the lake with the burnt forest. But despite a few odd folk, smallish fish and hazardous navigation through the trees, I did snap a few cool pics...
Sunset through the dead trees
We threw in the towel after one night on this trip. The fishing stunk and the potties were stinky so we headed back to his pad to chill for the remainder of the weekend. See ya Hillsdale Lake! Whenever!
Trig brought me home Sunday morning so I could do this...
And just when I thought I was going to sleep in a BED for several consecutive nights, he announced he'd reserved a site for two nights at his fav fishing hole, Melvern... sigh...
I hurried through my work related tasks, caught up the homestead duties, laundry, shopping, cleaning, etc... Packed my crap, said goodbye to my little fam (son, mother, dog) and was ready to roll by Wednesday noon.
The weather forecast, albeit incorrect, looked wonderful and off we went!
Greeted by our smiling camp host who was literally hanging out of the booth with our tag thingys. Ahhhh, much better than our Hillsdale experience of being grilled for SS numbers, retina scans and DNA!
We found our spot where we met our cool neighbors, who interestingly enough, knew trig's parents BT (before trig). Weird huh?
Tent set up and equipment organized, chatted at length with the neighbors then set out to fish. It was warm but not too warm, the water was calm and the fish were biting. We caught a bunch of wipers which we threw back. Wipers are claimed to be the most aggressive fish in Kansas waters. A hybrid cross between a white bass and a striped bass. Wipers grow fast, strike hard, and fight like hell. One website I checked called them Frankenstein fish. They do look a bit freaky the way the dorsal fin stands straight up.
There are two types of wipers, the palmetto bass made using the striped bass egg and white bass sperm, and the sunshine bass made using the white bass egg and striped bass sperm. The wiper, like its striper parent, has two rows of teeth near the rear of the tongue. The white bass has a single tooth patch on its tongue. The state record wiper weighed 22 pounds. The world record wiper is listed at 27 pounds, 5 ounces. Fun to catch, hell to unhook and nasty to clean. Fortunately for me, I bring along a boyfriend to remove fish from the hooks, and complete other unsavory tasks. Tasks which I have, thus far, avoided. (and I wasn't even wearing my camping dress).
Wednesday evening, camp is set up and we are back from the first round of fishing
Sunset over the lake on our first night
Had a nice little 3 walleye haul that night that trig slaughtered
We didn't eat fish that first night, still satiated from a big lunch on the way out, we noshed on snacks and drank a few cocktails while sitting by the campfire. Very peaceful and serene. We slept like happy babies.
Breakfast Thursday morning consisted of scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon, yum! (I'm in charge of food while camping but trig does 80% of the cooking).
Tummies full, we head out to fish. Again with the wipers biting anything that moved, walleye, crappie, it's all good in the land of trig...
Fishing is generally a quiet time to reflect and gaze at your surroundings, watch for wildlife, and chat about something or nothing until...
First a minor equipment failure when my pole breaks, bait caught on something on the bottom, a rock perhaps. In the process of dislodging the bait the dumb thing breaks. Alas, trig's annoyed, I can tell. But then a few moments later when dropping anchor he sees his pole skipping across the deck! Determined not to lose another pole, or any pole, he literally dives for it (envision a slide into home base) and very nearly loses it over the edge! I was impressed by his agility, great save baby!
Here is what several fish in a live well look like.
Now for the long awaited video. Hope you're not squeamish. This is a video of trig fileting a large crappie.
And home again we went to host a kid party. Funny thing is, no matter what, we have fun and that's why life is worth every thunderstorm.