We're back home from a few-days jaunt to my parents' for Thanksgiving. Thursday found us at Aunt Debbie's house, New Daddy went fishing Friday, and today, we had another Thanksgiving dinner at my parents' house.
New Daddy went trout fishing Friday on the Chattooga River. And he caught nine or ten of 'em! And he almost landed a really nice one that was about a foot long. But, of course, it got away :). New Daddy found out that the Chattooga is among the top 100 trout streams in the U.S., and it's less than half an hour from where I grew up. Here are some pictures.
New Daddy said the scenery rivaled the York River in Gaspé, where he went salmon fishing in September '04. The brown trout he caught were biting on his only wooly bugger. Biting so much that the hackling was coming completely unwound, then the rest of the wrapping. He had to do some repairs, but even after that, they were still nailing it.
So, for Thanksgiving dinner today, we had the addition of sage and bacon-stuffed trout! We didn't have to have the extra meat, the way Aunt Ma and my mom outdid themselves, but it sure was yummy! It was in great company with the apple dressing, brined and basted turkey, greens casserole (with havarti? whoah), three cold salads, ham, chess pie with peach coulis, pumpkin pie, etc, etc, etc. The bottom line: I don't need to eat for another day or so.
Friday night, we met up with John, Suzy, and their little Levi. Precious had fun tackling Levi, who didn't quite enjoy it as much as she did. But, he was a great sport about everything, very laid back and jolly. Here is a picture of Precious tackling Levi. I think there was a small grin showing through his surprise :).
And here is Levi smiling at me while Precious goes for my camera.
New Daddy went trout fishing Friday on the Chattooga River. And he caught nine or ten of 'em! And he almost landed a really nice one that was about a foot long. But, of course, it got away :). New Daddy found out that the Chattooga is among the top 100 trout streams in the U.S., and it's less than half an hour from where I grew up. Here are some pictures.
The scenery
The classic reel-and-fish pose. He didn't keep all of his catches, because the limit was 8, and he wanted to have one fewer in case he caught a better one.
New Daddy said the scenery rivaled the York River in Gaspé, where he went salmon fishing in September '04. The brown trout he caught were biting on his only wooly bugger. Biting so much that the hackling was coming completely unwound, then the rest of the wrapping. He had to do some repairs, but even after that, they were still nailing it.
So, for Thanksgiving dinner today, we had the addition of sage and bacon-stuffed trout! We didn't have to have the extra meat, the way Aunt Ma and my mom outdid themselves, but it sure was yummy! It was in great company with the apple dressing, brined and basted turkey, greens casserole (with havarti? whoah), three cold salads, ham, chess pie with peach coulis, pumpkin pie, etc, etc, etc. The bottom line: I don't need to eat for another day or so.
Friday night, we met up with John, Suzy, and their little Levi. Precious had fun tackling Levi, who didn't quite enjoy it as much as she did. But, he was a great sport about everything, very laid back and jolly. Here is a picture of Precious tackling Levi. I think there was a small grin showing through his surprise :).
And here is Levi smiling at me while Precious goes for my camera.
Comments
So, anyway, it's hackle, not hackling. AND instead of "keeping his catches," he said, "they're FISH, just call 'em FISH." Furthermore, it seems that a foot-long fish isn't all that impressive. Just for the record, Ben's nice brown trout was maybe 18" to 2 feet long. Just so you know.