I Caught A Fish This Big

Once upon a time, I caught a fish. This hasn't happened too often in my lifetime. The reasons for this are many and varied. I like to think it is primarily because I don't fish very much. Another suspicion I hold for my lack of success in the sport of fishing is that I just plain stink at it. I often have visions in the spring of pulling in huge stringers of bass and other gigantic scaled creatures. Unfortunately, after about 5 minutes of reality which in fishing terms means- "NOTHING"- I admit defeat, throw my fishing tackle back in the basement, and it starts collecting another year's worth of dust. It is truly pathetic.

Here is a success story...my first fish and boy was she a "keeper".


(Notice my older brother trying to capture some of my glory...as if this can be accomplished through standing as close as possible to a professional angler.)