Nice bass(!)... in that pic, Gerald. I love fishing farm ponds or ranch tanks when given the opportunity. Some contain very nice surprises. Can recall one that was small and deep that held some 'dinner plate' crappie and google eye's & war mouth pan fish that were exceptionally large & thick. Took a couple of very nice stringers from that pond on two dif. occasions. It didn't look like much, in its brushed over setting, but it sure held some good eating panfish. Another was on a dove lease that my dad had. That one was on a hillside and hidden by mesquite. Hard to get to but was fed by an underground spring and half covered with lily pads. It was one of the best places I've ever fished for black bass and it was all top water lures. Hedden Hulla-Popper's, Baby Torpedo's or a weedless rubber frogs were the preferred lures and it was chock full of 2~3 pound black bass. Dad & I took a number of them over the several years he had the place and we would clean and scale several for the owner who was a 92 yr. old lady when he first made a deal with her to hunt on the place. She told us how to get to that tank and she loved to eat those bass, but she didn't have the strength to get back there to fish for them any longer. She was always delighted when we'd do that. We kept and ate some too. I like their taste well enough, but don't kill any over 2 #'s, unless they somehow get hooked in the tongue. I'd rather have crappie or pan fish but the bride likes the black bass best, so these days when fishing at the cabin or taking her on a fresh-water fishing trip, I'll keep a few small but legal ones just for her, otherwise I put them back.
Have a strong hankering to be doing some spring fishing, but have yet to act on it. Need to fix that now that I've some stuff behind me that had to get dealt with. Have a bud that chartered a boat out of Venice, LA for he and his teenaged son and a couple of other family members over spring break. They didn't catch a lot of fish, but managed to land a 135# swordfish that all got turns playing before it was brought to gaff. Fresh swordfish steaks make for some fine eating. It was one of mom's fav.'s when we could get it from the fish market here and she would buy it from the market in Port Aransas when we vacationed there in the summers for a few weeks in a small kitchenette cabin. Fun memories, those. They had a lot of beach sand in them, but some found sand dollars too and fresh flounder and sea trout was plentiful there and easily caught in the 50's. My mind finds it so easy to wonder down many happy trails that only exist there, now. Thanks for the kicking that door open, Gerald. Hope that your coming gobbler hunt is successful!
On dog names for your new male, Lon... may I suggest 'Jake' or 'Kreiger'? Jake was a deceased friend's pointer that was the best bird dog I ever hunted over and Kreiger [rifle bbl.'s, yano] was a Drahthaar one of my close friends had that was the finest pheasant dog I've ever had the honor to hunt with. He just passed last year, after 17 years of a great life. I don't recall exactly how long Jake lived but it was beyond what most pointers get. Wanna say 13, but I could be wrong. No one to ask, now. There is also an English fotball player of some note by the name of Jake Livermore, who is a stoutly built bloke w/a determinate look and expression and history of being a tough guy to go up against in the field. More idle thot's, eh?
The sun is out now and it's a glorious morning for extricating weeds. 62°, RH 54%, wind SE 16 G 26. Gotta get back at it and hope my hands hold up.