Yesterday was one adventure after the next. Now that I have a few more lures and a little more experience I figured I would go back to Opeechee Point and see if I had any more luck there. I tried three different lures in three different spots and I had not a single bite. I have been having the most luck at the train trestle by Hebert Foundry but the fish are on the smaller size.
Later in the morning we took the boy for his second haircut. At his first haircut, during which he was a little squeamish, we promised that if he cooperated he could get a color streak at his next haircut. So today he was a pretty good boy, we got him a nice short summer haircut, and he has nice green highlights running across his bangs.
In the early afternoon the boy and I went fishing together and he was surprisingly engaged. He wanted to use his own pole. He casted and reeled himself, and he wanted to fuss about lure selection (The boy prefers either a naked hook, or a hook with a Pepperidge Farms Goldfish on it). Neither of us caught a thing so I guess I can't be to critical of his tackle selection.
Then to cap our night we went to the Muskrats game, the boy made it until the seventh inning, after which the boy and the fifth place Muskrats melted down. After we left, the Muskrats handed back their hard fought 3-2 lead allowing 3 in the 8th and 2 more in the ninth. It was almost painful to read the box score this morning. After retiring the first batter apparently the Muskrats followed up with a dropped third strike allowing the runner to go to first, back-to-back walks, a fielder's choice (out number 2), and an error on the third baseman who had just come in as a defensive substitution. Fortunately, the team is only about a quarter of the way through the season with a lot of time yet to turn it around.
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