We have had a couple of flash floods up there since they have finished but no where near enough rain to fill it up. We planted bermuda grass on top and around the inside of the dam to keep it from eroding so much while we wait for it to fill up. Seems like it just stopped raining now but probably just as well until the dam gets covered in grass. Hopefully it will be full by next spring and we can start stocking it.

We plan on stocking it with bluegill and fathead minnows first so they can get established good as feed for the other fish. After they get going a few months we are gonna stock about 100 largemouth bass and 100 channel cats. That’s what we had in our pond on our old place, and they provided hours of fun for us the kids and also quite a few good meals for us all. We love our new place and about the only thing we been missing especially this time of year is our pond. Hopefully next year we won’t be missing it at all. We just prayin for some of those slow,steady, two and three day rains to get here. I am posting a picture of it below but it is from a cell phone so it is probably hard to tell much about it. You can see in the pic the little pond down in the middle and behind it is the new dam.When it fills up all the ground in the pic should be water.

When I met David, I was a bit prissy.  Not over the top, just a lil’ bit.  I have no daughters, no nieces and my only sister tried to convince everyone she was a boy until she was about 17 years old.  In my family, that makes me ‘THE PRISS’.   I can do almost everything the boys can do, but I’m not gonna get my hands dirty if it’s not vitally important.

Then came David.  I was just prissy enough for him to like me and let him have the glory of being the man.  

I haven’t ever really fished.  I tried fishing with my grandmother when I was a girl, but ultimately, I ended up swimming in the river and getting bored.  Putting a worm on a hook required getting my hands dirty and then sitting around for a good while with my mouth shut.

Lucky for me, David baited my hook and cast it, too.  All I had to do now was hold the pole, be quiet and try to look pretty.

It didn’t take long (thank goodness) and I had a tug on the line.  I wrestled with the fish and finally brought him in.  David was so excited, I thought he might have a heart attack.   I must confess, I was a bit excited too, but I all I wanted to do was watch it dangle from the other end of the pole.

Darling David took the fish off the line for me and then he wanted to take a photo of my first fish.  Only, he wanted me to hold it.  Ewww.  So I did.  Just like a real priss might.

Then I was ready to hand it back and David announced I had to kiss the bass before I could throw it back for good luck.  He was pretty serious on this.  Honestly, I don’t think much could improve my luck, but he just KEPT insisting.

I suppose my luck is holding up since that day… I still have David on my hook. 

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