I guess I could have just called this post "The Legend of the Christmas Crawdad 3", but I didn't feel like the fishing was really worthy of that title. The weather conditions were much more favorable than what we experienced last year when we fished on Christmas, and I must admit I would much prefer the cold and snow over the hordes of bait dunkers raping the river. We saw a lot of fish leave the river Sunday... and I guess there's nothing terribly wrong with it. The Spring River is basically a "put and take" fishery after all, but it's hard to watch people killing the big holdover fish- three, four, and five pounders.
I also admit that I would have much preferred that Kelly and I had the chance to play with those fish before they departed in a bucket or on a stringer.
On Christmas Eve, I tied up four "Christmas Crawdads" for our day of fishing.
What else would I fish with on Christmas Day?
Well... I tried this thing too...
... but nobody wanted to play.
Our friend the "Christmas Crawdad" was mildly successful this time around- bringing four fish to hand while missing a couple more at the fault of the fisherman.
|The Legend lives.|
|The fishing was nothing to compare with last Christmas.|
I didn't catch that many fish, but I did manage to decorate a couple of trees along the river with Christmas Crawdad ornaments.
Kelly caught the best fish of the day...
... and of course a few more fish than I did... but who's counting?
Admittedly the fishing was nowhere close to legendary, but fishing on Christmas with my favorite fishing partner will always be memorable.
"High five" to that.