Fishing in Lake Amistad

On Friday morning, February 12, I got up at 5:15 a.m., because I was so excited about going fishing.  I got up on my own without anyone waking me.  I got dressed without being told.  I was ready to go.  Grammy fixed an egg sandwich for me.  I ate it quickly.  We, Pop, Eva, and I, were ready before it was time to go, so then we sat and waited. 

Our fishing guide was coming at 6:30 a.m. to pick us up from the Broke Mill RV Park.  We went outside to wait at the front office around 6:20 a.m.  While we were waiting we met one of the performers from the night before.  (See Eva’s blog for more information about the performance.)  Betty plays and sings with the Broke Mill RV Park Band.  She also does the cleaning, laundry, dog walking, and anything else that needs to be done around the park.  We talked to her until our guide, Raul, arrived.

We left the RV park, went to pick up the boat from storage, and then put in Lake Amistad.  When the boat began to fly across the water, Eva and I froze.  When we finally stopped, we thought we were going to be there for a long time, but we soon left for another fishing spot.  So, we froze again. 

When we stopped for the second time, we got the fishing rods down and started to fish.  We did deep fishing instead of the long casting that I’m used to.  Eva caught three fish right off the bat, and Pop caught one.  

I didn’t catch any fish all day, but there was one that got away.  I had a bass come and nibble on my line, but I didn’t pull the line quick enough to hook him.  Pop and Raul let me reel in several of their fish.  I still had a good time, but I’m anxious to fish some more.

Jack