There’s always so much to do down on the farm. Even for visitors. Deadheading roses in Grandma Betty’s magical yard, jumping in cotton trailers, taking a farm tour down the red dirt roads, mixing up biscuits, sinking into Springhead’s coolness, and fishin’.
Last night, we were down at Uncle How’s long-fought-for pond, which funnels about 2,500 gallons of water per minute from Springhead and also provides amazing bass habitat. Brother Dear hadn’t been fishing for thirty seconds when he caught this fish, unfortunately not a bass:
That’s a carp. Carp have teeth. Carp are nasty critters. I went back to taking pretty pictures after helping Brother Dear unhook the carp:
Brother Dear learned to fish on the farm. I learned to ham it up.
Little changes, down on the farm. Feels good to be “home.”
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March 12, 2010 at 9:30 am
Looks like a chain pickeral to me.
March 13, 2010 at 1:31 pm
I think jackson is right. i didn’t even know they had those in georgia.
March 15, 2010 at 6:07 am
My vote is for Pickeral http://www.myfwc.com/WILDLIFEHABITATS/Freshwaterfish_ChainPickerel.htm
March 15, 2010 at 7:25 am
For some reason, this comment section makes me think of mom and I obsessing over the color of the wall in the big room at Hillhouse – was it coffee with cream, cream with coffee, cafe au lait, latte, or weak tea?
Seriously, though, thanks boys – we do strive for critter identification accuracy around here!
March 15, 2010 at 9:17 am
You need to know your fish…just sayin’…
March 15, 2010 at 9:29 am
And it’s a pretty nice one at that San.