Hartwick Lake

Nothing beats an afternoon of daddy / daughter fishing. She got too “cool” to fish with me the last couple years, but grandpa was in town so she threw in a line to hang out. After about a dozen gills and around the third catfish she caught, she looked at me and asked “why did we stop doing this”…. … “We”!?!? “We” didn’t stop. “We” never wanted to stop. Jeez Louise (Louise was the name of the first catfish by the way). A bit later she asked Me if we could do it again next weekend. I played it cool, and simply said “sure”. What I wanted to say is “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, my teenager wants to put down the phone and hang out with her old man again next weekend. Yes, yes…YES!!!” Damn I love fishing

I have absolutely no idea what this expression on my face is. It seems to be a cross between surprise and creepy uncle your dad no longer talks to. By the way, meet Lance. #catch22

I shall call her “Meghan Trainor”, because it is all about that bass. (Am I pronouncing that right?) #catch22

This ‘lil fella decided to join me for a cup of coffee this AM! #catch22

Let’s call this guy Steve. Everyone meet Steve. Steve, everyone. #catch22

Ain’t she cute. At least I got to the lake early enough to catch the sunset. #catch22

Here are a couple pictures of me doing some “chores” up at the lake this evening (shhhh…don’t tell my wife) #catch22

Nice large mouth bass