The other day, we decided to test its waters. (Pun intended.)
We took our night crawlers and rods and reels down to the pond and set our lines out. And waited. At first, we were afraid that the pond was not stocked.
Then came the first fish, courtesy of my mom.
Thus began our tiny fish marathon.
We caught a lot of tiny perch. Some of them were so small that we reeled them in without their being hooked; they were just sucking on the worm.
We started to think our pond contained only perch. We were wrong.
We started catching catfish. They were pretty small, but we didn't care. We were just excited that we had catfish.
Then my mom cast out by some trees. Her bobber went under, and she set the hook. She knew immediately that this was a catfish. A big catfish. And she was right.
Did you know that catfish have teeth and they bite??? Well, they do. And they hurt.
But the thumb injury was well worth it.
This day spent beside our pond was one of the most peaceful days we have had in a long time. There is nothing like taking a break from the frenzy that is life to fish with the family.
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