Saturday evening we went fishing outside our apartment and caught seven croaker and one mystery fish that may, or may not have been, some kind of trout.
Scott baiting the hooks and Bridget looking on the ground for any leftover shrimp and fish guts from previous fishermen.
The first fish of the night, a croaker.
The second fish. We're not sure what it is, but last weekend a guy had caught one and said it was a trout. We're unsure of his expertise though.
An inside shot of its rows and rows of teeth.
The Beagle.
Renee's croaker, croaker #7 for the night.
Going back the other way.
Flying off toward Poplarville (just a speck in the distance).
