A Thanksgiving Fish Sticks Story

It's getting colder, really, really colder. The tides are extreme and fishing in the river is shaping up to be interesting this year.  Once again we set out in frigid temperatures up the river on a low, low tide.  Everything was low.  The river, the temperature, and the variety of fish we caught.  

We caught Sheepshead.  

 

I know I've mentioned Sheepshead rather a lot lately.  I know I said Sheepshead are notoriously difficult to catch, we never catch many, they're hard to find, blah, blah, blah.  Sheepshead have become the WalMart shoppers of the river.  You see them everywhere and wonder why they look like that.  These buck-toothed, chicklet teeth, jailhouse-striped bone heads are more numerous than rednecks at a NASCAR event.  They have completely lost their cachet; like when Dione Warwick changed her name to Diane Warwick.  She didn't sound any different but no one listened to her any more.  Sheepshead don't taste any different, they're still the best eating fish around, but, we're just a little tired of catching them.  We're also just a little tired of freezing while fishing.  It was so cold (how cold was it?) that when we pulled the fish out of the water they froze into fish sticks.  We were so cold we fished from inside the cabin for much of the day.  

The river was so low the anchor never touched the water.  


We managed to catch the same small Sheepshead all day long, although, by the end of the day it was a bigger Sheepshead due to all the shrimp it had eaten.  

After being cold all day eating shrimp sounded like a good idea so we pulled the anchor out of the muck and went home and ate bait for Thanksgiving dinner.  It was good.