Six veterans of the Mudfish Rodeos of the 1980's came for the revival. By now five of the six are retired. Like the first photo says, just like old times, except no one caught a mudfish this year. If you don't know what a "mudfish" is, it is a prehistoric throwback (and usually thrown back) also known as a "grinnell" or, more accurately, a "bowfin." A mudfish is a pain to catch because you don't eat it and it usually tears up your lure.
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Harold, Glenn, Jeff and Kyle. Four of the
six musketeers. Dean is behind the camera. Just like old times,
Carl. He had to leave early (He hasn't
retired yet!) and missed the group photo-op.
Dean demonstrating that if you hold a minnow close enough to
the camera, it will look like a 2 pound crappie.
Kyle and Dean trying to depopulate the lake.
The fish won.
Jeff and Glenn just having a good time. As
usual, if the weather is nice, the fish aren't. It was
time to kibitz. The fish sure weren't biting that
day. Naturally, it had nothing to do with the skill level
of the boat occupants. (Note that I didn't say fishermen.)
Dean's oven toast was a bit on the toasted
side. Yes, that's smoke and not a haze on the
picture. Dean volunteered to be the chief cook (the rest
of us were the bottle washers), so no one dared to
complain. No one went away from the trip hungry in spite of
this one misstep. To say we ate well is an understatement!
Kyle, Glenn and Dean. Out to get fresh air
after breathing the oven toast for breakfast. Kyle's
looking for the monster fish he hooked (and lost) last night off
the end of the dock. It was a big 'un! Yes sir, right
there! Too bad there were no witnesses. Yeah, sure,