|A different kind of hunt - no camo necessary|
Following the hunts, oh about 4:30 PMish, we went "Lebowski" and hit the Limerick Bowl for some full-on family bowling. It's sort of becoming an Easter tradition, plus the alley has a pretty good deal for the afternoon; 75 cent games & snacks. Some folks eat an Easter Ham, my family goes with hot dogs & soft pretzels. The day wrapped up around 7 PM with a bit of birthday cake back at the house for K.C., as her birthday was the next day (Monday).
|F**k it Dude, let's go bowling|
Well, amid all of that action, I did find a little window of time (9AM to 11AM) between the first and second Easter egg hunts to sneak out and get some fishing in on the Skippack Creek. I don't really care for the Skippack much, but it's close to my house so I thought I'd give it a try.
|There's about 8 more guys behind the tree on the right|
In addition to the trout fishermen, the frogs (or toads, whatever) were also out in force. Lots of chirping and jumping into the water with a "splash" with every step along the bank of the creek. I'm sure Wandering Owl could tell me what these are.
Cutting to the chase, when I finally did settle in to do some fishing, I brought in 3 trout - lucky survivors of the previous day's "opening day" carnage - as well as this little guy. I think it's a creek chub...but what do I know?
|"There's a sucker born every minute" - P.T. Barnum|