it's time to stop fishing.
Back from Maine - starting off with my fishing adventures. I do like to fish, but I really do feel sorry when I catch them. Last time I was in Maine I stopped fishing I felt so bad. This time I tried to do as little damage as possible, and I say sorry and thank you to the fish. But of course you still do harm (see pickerel photo below - scales that came off). Someday I may not fish... Who knows.
I had three good days. Two of the days it was bam bam bam - almost every time I threw in the line in a certain period (small, like 15 minutes, but still...) One of the days all of us in the boat caught at least one big bass - I caught two, my one brother caught three, and the other one. What an amazing 15-30 minutes that was. One of the bass is below (the sideways big one).
Mostly the fishing sucked though since it was hot hot hot for an entire week. But, it made it easier/nicer to swim.
Smallmouth bass (I don't stick my finger in their mouths)
Billy begging for fish once he saw the photos
Can you spot the other fisher?