...the parents will play.
So what's a pair of empty-nesters to do when there's free time on a Monday evening in the summer? Head to Matagorda, of course, for dinner and fishing afterward.
We were encouraged to see that the water was green all the way to the beach and relatively calm. Usually this means conditions are right for catching fish. We worked our way through the maze of fishermen on the big pier, stepping over rods and walking around ice chests waiting to be filled with fish.
The jetty is where we decided to try out luck. It's not always calm enough to walk out on the rocks, but today the waves were gentle.
John rigged me up with a new lure. We just knew it was going to catch something.
After an hour of fishing...not one bite. That's my limit in the patience department when it comes to fishing. John is more optimistic, thinking the next cast will surely get a fish, so he continued to try. I gave up and sat down to enjoy the remainder of the day.
We refused to be defeated however, so we packed up our gear and took the long way home...by way of the 1st Street Pier in Palacios. Fishing under the lights proved to be better. Between the two of us, I suppose we caught about 100 fish. Most were sand trout (we don't keep these) and an occasional speckled trout (good eating). I blame those almost-big-enough specs for keeping us out way past our bedtime. John has always told me fishing is a sickness, I now know firsthand what he means.
It's no worse than being obsessed with knitting though and since that's the main focus of this blog, here's an update on the yarn from the other day.
My friend wasn't interested in Orange Confection or Paradise Beach for soakers, so both skeins are mine for the keeping. I wasted no time in starting a new project with Paradise Beach. Details next time.