Poor Dicky

My new found buddy Dicky Duck and I have become inseparable ever since I saved him from being abandoned on the beach at Devil’s Lake State Park a couple of weeks ago.

He’s requested to come with me everywhere I go.

He seems to enjoy tagging along for all the fishing and wandering I do.

He enjoyed today’s walk through the woods to the ponds to do some fishing.

He enjoyed all the little bass and bluegills we were catching and caught on quickly that I swear considerably more when I miss what I think is a nice fish.

There was a lot of swearing going on, or so I’m told.

I did manage to land a decent spawned out largemouth bass that was around 18 inches or so.

Dicky begged and pleaded with me to get a better look at this monster of a fish, to him anyway.

So I gave him one.

Awwww, poor Dicky.

He didn’t find that even remotely funny.

He’ll get used to it.

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    1. I didn’t think of that. Poor bass.

      I used to have a duckling lure. Can’t find the thing. Pretty impressive with all the hooks.

  1. Well, my friend you sucked me into that one…funny!

    1. I’ve meant to get the intro to Dicky up first, but I couldn’t resist with this one.

      Even when he’s not all that pleased, Dicky is always grinning. That’s what I like about him.

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