when the kids are home from school I will send it via text message.
I assume you mean when they come to visit. That will be a big surprise with everyone sitting around and all of a sudden everyone gets a text message. Beautiful!!!
I wasn't clear; I meant when they got home from school (yesterday afternoon) I would send the picture via text ... I did not want to distract them while they were in class.
My daughter (their mother of course) said her eyes teared up when she saw her "little boy" (who is now in high school).
Should anyone inquire as to how I was able to photograph myself while fishing with my grandson … camera on tripod, focus on my grandson, set self-timer to 5 seconds, run like hell to get next to him in order to be in the photo.
Great shot A Mac; those are memories that will last forever.
This summer we spent a week on Middle Cullen lake in Minnesota celebrating my Father-in-Law's 80th birthday.
My Brother-in-Law and his boys, all avid fisherman, came up from Texas and it wasn't until the last day they were there that they had some luck landing some walleyes. I got a decent shot of Jeff landing this reasonable sized walleye ,which we later enjoyed for supper...
The shots of Jake on shore watching his son land this beauty, wishing his 80 year old body would allow him to jump in the small fishing vessel and share in the adventure, are my favorites though...
No problem; because Muskies grow to large lengths, check the local size limits before keeping them. Walleyes may get to be as long as 24" or more, but I am quite sure the legal keeper size will be less than that of a Musky … wouldn't want a field officer to hit you with a fine for an undersized fish.
Eating-wise … Walleyes are better than Muskies and not as bony.
Geez BF, I am an expert.....Born and raised in MN and caught hundreds of northern pike and muskie. Being an expert is one of my many talents.
The most embarrassing thing is Larry living in MN and doesn't know what a walleye looks like...LMAO, sorry Larry I couldn't resist that one. Next time I'm in MN I'll take you fishing for walleye.
I'll concede the Northern Pike attribution on the basis of the horizontal rows of spots … BUT … the vertical banding tells me it's a hybrid … Tiger Musky/Northern Pike.
We'll never know 'cause they ate it!
FYI: The tiger muskie is the result of the true muskellunge (Esox masquinongy ) and the northern pike (Esox lucius ) interbreeding. The tiger muskie has some of the characteristics of both fish. Tiger muskie, like pike and muskellunge, have long, cylindrical-shaped bodies. Their dorsal and ventral fins are located far back near the tail and are lobe-shaped. The caudal fins of the tail are more rounded than those of true muskies.They have skinny and compressed heads and the bottom jaw is elongated with an upward curve, known as a duckbill-shape. Its pattern is varying amounts of color with vertical dark stripes and spots on a light background, the opposite color scheme of a northern pike. The tiger muskie has 5 or 6 chin pores per side on the lower jaw.
We went round-n-round trying to figure out what sorta creature it was...my father-in-law thought northern pike, the brother-in-law though musky, and the family that rents out the cabin suggested it was a mixture of species. It was tasty for sure, though it was hard to get all the bones out.
I still hold the record in my family for most fish caught in an hour.....31 at Barnum Pond in the Adirondacks.
My late son caught what he thought was a northern pike but was a muskie, it was a keeper but had to throw it back because it was caught six days before the opening of muskie season on the Niagara River.
The Francis A. Walter Dam in the Pocono Mountains is at the confluence of the Lehigh River and Bear Creek; in years after release of water to enable white water rafting and kayaking, the exposed bottom gives access to fishermen and even parking space for vehicles.
During one such drawdown, I caught 13 smallmouth bass on 13 consecutive casts and stripping of a small dry fly! None of the bass were bigger than 12", but on a fly rod, every smallie is an adventure.
Then there are summers like this past one during which I didn't catch 13 smallies in total after early June.
As it has been noted … "It's called 'fishing,' not 'catching'!"
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.” ― Norman Maclean , A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.” ― Norman Maclean , A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
I have great memories of fishing with my grandkids and many fishing trips with my grandfather. It's an amazing bond!
I attend a small church that is inside Bennett Spring State park where my favorite trout stream is. The church precedes the park by seven years. Opening day last year I read the second quote from the pulpit. It brought the expected reaction since I give visitors a dry fly I tie.
My daughter wasn't much interested in fishing, and my son was more interested in being a rockhound when we were at our lakeside home in the Haliburton Highlands of Ontario. My father was a great fisherman - always took me with him, and I learned to love fishing from him. However, contrary to A.Mac's credo, I have always been a 'catch and eat' fisherman, rather than a 'catch and release' one (except for undersized fish). That way there was double the pleasure.
I have the fondest memories of the days on my dock with a Heineken in one hand and a rod in the other:
Life is good … catching fish is merely incidental.
I get to spend time at the lake with Great nieces and Nephews-some of the best time there is.
Thanks for the picture and the thought it carries.
Awesome!
I missed the annual fishing trip because of my ankle
Sorry to hear that.
I haven't shown the picture to the family yet … I just finished it this morning … when the kids are home from school I will send it via text message.
I assume you mean when they come to visit. That will be a big surprise with everyone sitting around and all of a sudden everyone gets a text message. Beautiful!!!
I wasn't clear; I meant when they got home from school (yesterday afternoon) I would send the picture via text ... I did not want to distract them while they were in class.
My daughter (their mother of course) said her eyes teared up when she saw her "little boy" (who is now in high school).
Anyway? Thank you for your kind words, Six.
Should anyone inquire as to how I was able to photograph myself while fishing with my grandson … camera on tripod, focus on my grandson, set self-timer to 5 seconds, run like hell to get next to him in order to be in the photo.
Were you ''Moon Fishing''?
We were going for STARfish.
That is a very beautiful photo!
Thank you for your kind words.
Great shot A Mac; those are memories that will last forever.
This summer we spent a week on Middle Cullen lake in Minnesota celebrating my Father-in-Law's 80th birthday.
My Brother-in-Law and his boys, all avid fisherman, came up from Texas and it wasn't until the last day they were there that they had some luck landing some walleyes. I got a decent shot of Jeff landing this reasonable sized walleye ,which we later enjoyed for supper...
The shots of Jake on shore watching his son land this beauty, wishing his 80 year old body would allow him to jump in the small fishing vessel and share in the adventure, are my favorites though...
Larry,
The fish is not a Walleye … it's a Tiger Muskellunge!
Nice fish … thanks for the photos and story.
Thanks A Mac for the info; I couldn't figure out if it was a walleye or a musky!
No problem; because Muskies grow to large lengths, check the local size limits before keeping them. Walleyes may get to be as long as 24" or more, but I am quite sure the legal keeper size will be less than that of a Musky … wouldn't want a field officer to hit you with a fine for an undersized fish.
Eating-wise … Walleyes are better than Muskies and not as bony.
The minimum length to keep a muskie is 48 inches Larry, it was recently changed to 55 inches by the governor in MN.
But IMO that isn't a tiger muskie, it's a northern pike.
So I won't turn you in to the DNR.
Geez BF, I am an expert.....Born and raised in MN and caught hundreds of northern pike and muskie. Being an expert is one of my many talents.
The most embarrassing thing is Larry living in MN and doesn't know what a walleye looks like...LMAO, sorry Larry I couldn't resist that one. Next time I'm in MN I'll take you fishing for walleye.
I always forgive fish, Bad Fish, not so much...LOLOLOL
I'll concede the Northern Pike attribution on the basis of the horizontal rows of spots … BUT … the vertical banding tells me it's a hybrid … Tiger Musky/Northern Pike.
We'll never know 'cause they ate it!
FYI: The tiger muskie is the result of the true muskellunge (Esox masquinongy ) and the northern pike (Esox lucius ) interbreeding. The tiger muskie has some of the characteristics of both fish. Tiger muskie, like pike and muskellunge, have long, cylindrical-shaped bodies. Their dorsal and ventral fins are located far back near the tail and are lobe-shaped. The caudal fins of the tail are more rounded than those of true muskies.They have skinny and compressed heads and the bottom jaw is elongated with an upward curve, known as a duckbill-shape. Its pattern is varying amounts of color with vertical dark stripes and spots on a light background, the opposite color scheme of a northern pike. The tiger muskie has 5 or 6 chin pores per side on the lower jaw.
It's possible that Larry ate an illegal fish.....911
Maybe not … I'd speculate that the Tiger Musky is smaller than True Musky.
We went round-n-round trying to figure out what sorta creature it was...my father-in-law thought northern pike, the brother-in-law though musky, and the family that rents out the cabin suggested it was a mixture of species. It was tasty for sure, though it was hard to get all the bones out.
Kavika I'm gonna hold ya to that buddy!
:~)
it a deal, Larry. You bring the beer.
Are Catch & Release Fly Fishermen invited?
Without a doubt they/you are.
Fishing stories....
I still hold the record in my family for most fish caught in an hour.....31 at Barnum Pond in the Adirondacks.
My late son caught what he thought was a northern pike but was a muskie, it was a keeper but had to throw it back because it was caught six days before the opening of muskie season on the Niagara River.
Hi Lady, what type of fish were they?
Sunnies and crappies
The Francis A. Walter Dam in the Pocono Mountains is at the confluence of the Lehigh River and Bear Creek; in years after release of water to enable white water rafting and kayaking, the exposed bottom gives access to fishermen and even parking space for vehicles.
During one such drawdown, I caught 13 smallmouth bass on 13 consecutive casts and stripping of a small dry fly! None of the bass were bigger than 12", but on a fly rod, every smallie is an adventure.
Then there are summers like this past one during which I didn't catch 13 smallies in total after early June.
As it has been noted … "It's called 'fishing,' not 'catching'!"
Great photos Mac. What a lovely way to preserve the magic of the day.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
― Norman Maclean , A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.”
― Norman Maclean , A River Runs Through It and Other Stories
Perfect comment for this discussion; I have seen the film several times and have discussed the metaphor a number of times as well.
Thanks for posting the quote.
Thanks AMac.
I have great memories of fishing with my grandkids and many fishing trips with my grandfather. It's an amazing bond!
I attend a small church that is inside Bennett Spring State park where my favorite trout stream is. The church precedes the park by seven years. Opening day last year I read the second quote from the pulpit. It brought the expected reaction since I give visitors a dry fly I tie.
My daughter wasn't much interested in fishing, and my son was more interested in being a rockhound when we were at our lakeside home in the Haliburton Highlands of Ontario. My father was a great fisherman - always took me with him, and I learned to love fishing from him. However, contrary to A.Mac's credo, I have always been a 'catch and eat' fisherman, rather than a 'catch and release' one (except for undersized fish). That way there was double the pleasure.
I have the fondest memories of the days on my dock with a Heineken in one hand and a rod in the other:
It's a beautiful photo Mac, and to us grandfathers priceless.