Just around for a moment to say, “Hi.”

Just around for a moment to say, “Hi.”

Look who came up for breakfast this morning. Well, I guess he thought he had breakfast then it really wasn’t.

I asked my son — twice — the name of the lure he used.

“It was a Zara Spook.”

“It was a top water lure. He inhaled it.”

Poor guy.

I’m feeling sorry for a five pound bass, who is back swimming away.

I hate to be really  hungry. How terrible to be voraciously hungry and your Chick-fil-A biscuit snatched from your mouth. And to make things worse, a giant metal hook rammed into your cheek. They say fish don’t feel these things. How can they be so sure?

I did hold him while my son went to get his scale.

“Just put your hand over the teeth and grab him there.”

Bass have teeth?

But being the good mom, I rustled up enough courage to put my hand in his mouth and hang on. That was one big mouth. Looking down into it, his poor gills sucked in and out. I didn’t feel that sorry for him then… concentrating so hard on not freaking out and dropping him.

 After weigh in, he swam away. Into our lives for a moment, then a swish of a tale and gone.

I remember when that 16 year old was two catching his first bass with me.

With a swish of a tale…so much has passed.

My hands still smell like him (the fish I mean). But I guess that will leave me too.