Thursday seemed like a good day to head out to the lake after a morning chauffeuring the DHubby's mother to a doctor's appointment and assisting her with some errands. The DHubby did all of the preparations, and I joined him at noon, bringing lunch.
The day was breezy but clear, with glorious blue skies and drifting leaves. I hiked to the end of the road and back-- 45 minutes of brisk walking made more exciting thanks to the numerous dogs (almost none of whom were restrained or fenced in.) Once I was safely back, I decided to toss a line in the water.... with no real results. I did some chores, sat on the swing, read a quilt magazine, and periodically went back out to try my luck. I caught a nice striped bass--large enough to keep, anyway. The DHubby got up from his nap and joined me, just in the nick of time. I had something BIG on the hook, and I could not pull it in. Lucky thing the reel has 10-lb. line on it! and that the DHubby was right there and could grab the net.
It's a little hard to tell how big this freshwater drum is, but that's a size 12 foot next to it. (Not MY foot, of course.)
This fish was heavy!-- and very displeased with the turn of events.
The next morning, after the DHubby out-fished me big time, catching two huge bass, we threw all the other fish back, including the drum. Hope I catch another one some time--he was a fighter!