This past Saturday, I went with Dad on a guided fly fishing trip as a Christmas/Birthday/Father's Day event. What a great day! The weather was perfect. We had a bet going in that who ever caught the first fish got a milkshake purchased by the other. I must say, I didn't stand a chance. Gordon, our guide, put the fly on Dad's line first and he dropped it in the water. Before he could finish with mine, Dad already caught a fish! Hmph, not exactly fair but that's okay. Dad caught the first fish but I caught the most; 3 to 7.
Neither of us caught the biggest fish though. Take a look at the photographic proof.
Here is the boat. The James River was a bit low and Gordon had to get out into the water to pull us over rocks many times.
Dad casting his line.
The normal size fish that we saw most of the day.
What is on the end of that line?
That is the biggest catfish I've ever seen. We let him go figuring he's lived long enough to earn it.
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