I love weekends – always have and think I always will even in retirement now. This weekend was no exception. We went with our son, his wife and our grandson and his in-laws to Galveston to fish for big reds, and it was an amazing time. As our son says this will probably not happen this way and marvelous again.
That’s a catch of one of mine on the second day. It was 22 pounds. I caught a 26 pound the day before and well you won’t believe it, but I had forgotten to put my card in my camera that morning when I was posting pictures from the day before.
Here is a small one I caught on the first day. These boys wore us out. My hubby reminded me I have been wanting to strengthen my arms.
And here is the last bad, bad boy. I moved away while my son unhooked this one.
This is our second year to catch big reds in Galveston. Our son knows just where to guide the boat to find them. We didn’t even have to move all day. Thanks to him and Whitney and Colt for treating us to this awesome trip and sharing with us. Memories we will savor for a lifetime.
And yes we threw most of them back in. We could only keep them if they were between so many inches so the smaller ones we measured each time. The big ones got to go back in.
So what did you do this weekend?
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