So a couple of weeks ago, we took the boys to the Middleton Optimist Club Kids Fishing Day because they were giving out free fishing poles. There are lakes and ponds everywhere (not just in our basement!) and we’re always looking for anything that will get them away from electronics.
The boys have gone fishing several times with their friends, and then my husband started getting in on it. Now, mind you, my husband is not one of those die-hard fishing freaks like several of my high school friends are (cough cough Dan cough Jason). But fishing, he says, relaxes him. Okay. I’m all for that. Maybe it will relax me too. What? It could happen.
This past weekend, they convinced me to go along with them. I used to fish when I was a kid and my aunt and uncle had a cabin on a lake in Nebraska. We’d go out in the boat, and I distinctly remember the day that I caught the biggest fish with a 17-inch walleye. And it seems fishing is like riding a bike…once you know how to do the basics, you don’t forget.
So we went. We fished. We used teeny tiny grub things for bait, which gives us a built-in excuse for not catching the 30-lb carp we’ve seen in the pond. We set out with the intention of throwing back whatever we get. Remember, non-die-hard? And, okay, maybe if I share pictures, you just might conclude why we don’t keep anything. (Hint: it’s not because they’re so big that they’d fill up our entire freezer!)
Justin’s fish (the look on his face is clearly “eeeeeeee” for look at this huge fish!) Hope you enjoy this one, because he will kill me for posting it!
And here’s my fish. It’s clearly huge, as you can tell by the way it dwarfs Justin’s elbow.
The thing is, half the family wouldn’t eat fresh fish if we caught some big ones anyway. So…it all works out.