Since I didn’t have any crabs and I was done playing with the turtles, I decided to fish for a bit. This is usually a pretty simple ordeal: Take one pole and throw out a bottom-rig with fake bloodworms and/or fake shrimp, then fish a second pole with beetle-spin around the dock. Everything was going fine until my big “croaker” pole fell into the river! I spent over half an hour pulling on the line trying to get it up far enough so I could reach it but the line eventually broke. The water is only six or seven feet deep so I rigged up my other pole with several hooks and went fishing for my now very wet croaker pole. While I was trying to hook my pole at the bottom of the river I noticed the line with the bait on it started to move! After the pole had fell into the water I cut the line going out to the bait but left enough to tie off on the bench so I could retrieve my tackle when all this was over. Now I had a fish on the end… So I started pulling the line in hand-over-hand. All 80+ yards of it. When it finally broke the surface I realized I had two croakers! One on each hook!
Meredith came down a little later and took this:
So, you may be wondering why they call them croakers. Well, take a look for yourself (be sure to turn your sound up):