Then there was that time I went to Pollywogg Holler for the first time, but it was the place I always used to wonder about when I was little because my mom took me there once for some sort of art show.
I have vivid memories of this place. I must have been seven or eight the first time I went. Needless to say, it’s a pretty neat place hidden in the woods.
The band that played Wednesday was very good, as was my Yuengling, and it started to pour just as we got back to the road in the pitch black.
- swimming in the lake and yelping like an idiot (even though i’m not supposed to)
- hiking 10 miles to an inaccessible firetower (still cool, excellent trail)
- sleeping in a tent with hannah and rachael and jude (who needed his crate to sleep – so the crate was put in the tent with everyone)
- spending a good chunk of sunday wading around in the lake and retrieving
Sunday around 2:45, I decided to take my cousin, Brody, to the river to try to bring some trout home. Charlie came with us and was very confused as to why he couldn’t go after the bait himself. I think it was maybe 36 degrees. I wasn’t sure whether the river had been stocked yet, but I caught a nice 13 inch trout in after only a couple of casts. Brody was pumped-and nice enough to take a photo for me. Charlie wanted to know what the heck the fish was doing flopping around in the grass.
I used a brown and red spinner to pull the first fish in, but Brody’s bright green spinner didn’t weigh as much. He struggling to cast it so we switched rods. We walked the river bank for two hours and didn’t get any more fish, not one. Apparently, the river is not stocked yet, and I caught the lone survivor of last year’s release. Brody was such a trooper and very cold by the time he had had enough.
I did bring my catch home. He was too nice to pass up on those fillets. I used this video tutorial to fillet him. Hopefully, the river is stocked very soon. This past weekend was supposed to be the last of cold the weather. It’s downhill from here! Here are my mental notes from the mini fishing trip though.
- I should have worn my rubber boots.
- A net would be handy but it’s not absolutely necessary.
- It’s cold. Where gloves.
- I should bring a stringer next time.
- I really need to invest in some women’s outdoorsy pants.
I’d love to find pants that are brush resistant and waterproof but fit like a jogger. Most hunting and fishing clothes are tailored better for men.Yesterday, I was out there in my purple Maurice’s jeggings, The North Face winter hiking boots, Field & Stream Hoodie, Columbia fishing vest, and a crocheted headband. I was quite the fisherman.