About 30 minutes ago I was sitting here on the computer and I get a call from the front door.
"Nyte come down here... NOW.. and bring a bag!!!"
I jump up and go downstairs to see what's going on. There are my two dogs on the front lawn with my dad. The biggest one, a walkers hound, is proudly sitting beside a HUGE fish he caught in the creek about 2 minutes away from my house.
I zip back into the house, mind reeling! What do I do?! How am I supposed to save this fish?! Is it still even alive?!
I wip out my bucket I use for water changes, sprint to the sink and start filling it up. I adjust the temperature to what I think just melted snow and ice creek water will be while I fill the bucket thinking "come on come on come on water hurry!".
I get the bucket 75% full. I jog back outside careful not to spill any water. Mind still reeling I pick up a platic bag that was at the front door.
I get to the poor fish and it's mouth is wide open and the gills barely moving. A quick glance and the fish has some surface wounds from my dogs teeth but nothing major looks injured. Carefully I pick him up with the plastic bag and put him into the bucket all the while hoping the shock of water (that is probably drastically different in water parameters) wont kill him.
Right, I start the trek back to the river/creek. Front door wide open, dad following close behind, dogs following dad. Neibours are at the park across the street laughing that my dog could even catch a fish (my dog is about 12, and starting to show his age very obviously) and that we have the fish in a bucket! Now this must have been quite the site because the fish was so big that he couldn't fit completely submerged in the bucket. So he's head first with his tail sticking out, me holding the handle of the bucket and his tail to keep it wet and to stop him from jumping out or trashing.
Climb down a mini-cliff covered in leaves, slipping all over the place with the dread of falling, and sending poor tramitized fish for another shock. I finally make it down safe. I get to the side of the creek and slowly tip over the bucket. Mr.Fishy seems a bit shocked at first, staying still, trying to orient himself. After a few minutes Mr.Fishy swims a little. He seems really dazed but swims quickly under a fallen tree for cover. I watch him for a few minutes and see that he has more bite marks then initially thought but none are deep at all. I wish Mr.Fishy a good recovery and make my trek back up the mini-cliff to my house, knowing all the while... "I just HAVE to tell the folks at TFF about this".
Phew! And there you have it. My excitement of the day! Hopefully the fish makes it and my dog never catches a fish again.
If anyone wonders, I put a bunch of anti-parasidic meds in the bucket and it's soaking right now just in case the fish was diseased.
(No, my name isn't really Nyte, but work with me here)
"Nyte come down here... NOW.. and bring a bag!!!"
I jump up and go downstairs to see what's going on. There are my two dogs on the front lawn with my dad. The biggest one, a walkers hound, is proudly sitting beside a HUGE fish he caught in the creek about 2 minutes away from my house.
I zip back into the house, mind reeling! What do I do?! How am I supposed to save this fish?! Is it still even alive?!
I wip out my bucket I use for water changes, sprint to the sink and start filling it up. I adjust the temperature to what I think just melted snow and ice creek water will be while I fill the bucket thinking "come on come on come on water hurry!".
I get the bucket 75% full. I jog back outside careful not to spill any water. Mind still reeling I pick up a platic bag that was at the front door.
I get to the poor fish and it's mouth is wide open and the gills barely moving. A quick glance and the fish has some surface wounds from my dogs teeth but nothing major looks injured. Carefully I pick him up with the plastic bag and put him into the bucket all the while hoping the shock of water (that is probably drastically different in water parameters) wont kill him.
Right, I start the trek back to the river/creek. Front door wide open, dad following close behind, dogs following dad. Neibours are at the park across the street laughing that my dog could even catch a fish (my dog is about 12, and starting to show his age very obviously) and that we have the fish in a bucket! Now this must have been quite the site because the fish was so big that he couldn't fit completely submerged in the bucket. So he's head first with his tail sticking out, me holding the handle of the bucket and his tail to keep it wet and to stop him from jumping out or trashing.
Climb down a mini-cliff covered in leaves, slipping all over the place with the dread of falling, and sending poor tramitized fish for another shock. I finally make it down safe. I get to the side of the creek and slowly tip over the bucket. Mr.Fishy seems a bit shocked at first, staying still, trying to orient himself. After a few minutes Mr.Fishy swims a little. He seems really dazed but swims quickly under a fallen tree for cover. I watch him for a few minutes and see that he has more bite marks then initially thought but none are deep at all. I wish Mr.Fishy a good recovery and make my trek back up the mini-cliff to my house, knowing all the while... "I just HAVE to tell the folks at TFF about this".
Phew! And there you have it. My excitement of the day! Hopefully the fish makes it and my dog never catches a fish again.
If anyone wonders, I put a bunch of anti-parasidic meds in the bucket and it's soaking right now just in case the fish was diseased.
(No, my name isn't really Nyte, but work with me here)
But exciting story lol 
