In a recent post I stated that I wasn’t the bassmaster even though there was a guy named Jason Bean that just placed 2nd in a tournament in Kentucky.
It turns out, my son is the bassmaster in the family now.
Last night after football practice he went finishing with one of his friends from his team and his mom (the friend’s mom, Kim wouldn’t be caught dead fishing). Anyway, he ends up catching a little baby blue-gill, and the mom tells him to not throw it back but put it on the hook and use it for bait.
That seemed to be the trick, because he did that and when he’s reeling it back in a bass attacked it like a killer whale with a baby harbor seal.
The bass was about 4lbs and 22″ long. It’s in our refrigerator right now on ice until we decide what we’re going to do with it. Kim said filet it, I want to get it mounted, but yikes that’s expensive.
The reason I want to get it mounted is because when I was 5-years old, I caught a big bass like that and we put it in our freezer to mount it. We went on vacation and the freezer went on the fritz and the fish was ruined. Also stunk up the house quite a bit.
I don’t want to lose this one.
I’ll get a picture of Ethan’s fish and post it soon.
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I think filet is the answer. . .and my grill is ready to help relieve the load on your refridgerator.
I’d stuff it. That kid will treasure it forever!