Peeved
Boy am I peeved at my son. Late yesterday afternoon he goes fishing just before supper. He returns and he has 4 whitefish to clean while his buddy has another 4. I gotta stick around to make sure the place is clean, right. Tonight, same thing, he goes fishing. I said be back by 7 and we'll batter up the fish from last night and have supper. Yup, I'll be home. 7:30 arrives, no son. Just as I am going out the door for a walk he shows up with his buddy--they got 10 more to clean. The fish were biting so good they could not leave. Again I had to stick around. At least they were hungry and ate the fish from last night. They dug some holes in about 25 feet of water. Last Friday I saw quite a few in 6 feet of water. No interest. I moved to 15 feet and caught them right away. I guess they are feeding in 15 to 25 feet of water. I don't think I'll go fishing for a few days as I am sick of fish right now. BEL
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