Fish Tales
Thursday, July 1st, 2010
A 6 lb. bass swallowed Isaac's arm.
Summer would not be complete for my family unless we went fishing. At Cross Creek Cattle Company we have several stocked ponds. One has catfish. The others have bass and crappie. With so much work to do on the ranch, it is nice to carve out time to enjoy living here.
Last weekend my boys went fishing with their dad. They did not catch many, but what they did catch was huge. You cannot help but get excited when you hook a big bass on your line. This one in particular put up a fight. Catching fish is very rewarding.
Fishing is a great way to encourage father/son bonding. I am not saying that my daughter and I do not fish because we do. It is fun for me to see the way that my husband teaches the little ones how to fish. He has so much patience with them.
Once Jake hooked Lane, my husband, in the forehead with a treble hook. Actually he hooked him twice in the forehead by casting too soon before Lane was out of the way. Lane calmly asked me to remove the hook. When I saw that two hooks were buried in his skin, I got sick to my stomach. I tried to move them, but they would not budge. Lane had to remove them himself.
I will never forget how he did not yell and scream at anyone. Jake already looked sick. He was only five at the time. I think Lane knew that he had learned his lesson already. Lane just asked him to not do that again.
When my step-father takes little ones fishing, he always cuts the tips of the hooks off. The hook still catches fish, but it does not catch him. A great tip for anyone fishing with young children.
Multiple generations like to come out here to fish. Grandfathers and grandsons, uncles and nephews, fathers and sons enjoy the day together. Friends are always welcome, too.
My dad has a friend who visited here two months ago. He is an avid fisherman. He began fishing early in the morning and fished most of the day. He caught over 40 fish. My dad said he has never seen anything like it. Almost every time his friend cast out, he pulled in a fish.
We don’t always have luck. Sometime we catch nothing, but those days are few and far between. I tell my kids, “That is why it is called fishing and not catching.”
I find it relaxing to sit and watch your bobber float on the surface of the water. My children prefer fishing with lures because there is always something to do. They can reel in and cast out as much as they want.
We usually stop fishing as soon as we have enough for dinner. The taste of fresh fish coupled with homegrown vegetables is out of this world. There is nothing better than eating what you raise, forage, and/or catch. Living on or visiting Cross Creek Cattle Company enables you to experience a taste of self-sufficiency.


