We scoped out a spot at our local reservoir and did a little fishing today. It’s the weekend of our eight year wedding anniversary and we’ve been having a great time taking a break from the backyard projects and chores. Last night we had a nice dinner out with the kiddos and today we tried catching a couple of fish.
This old girl is definitely out of practice. I had a million bites but didn’t catch one stinking fish! It might’ve been because I had a little helper on my side the whole time. I have a sneaky suspicion that Mr. Thistle’s zero catches can also be attributed to all the cuteness tagging along.
Oh well. At least they’re cute. And they were very much into the fishing. It’s just hard for a mama and daddy to focus on catching a fish when they’re trying to make sure their own kiddos aren’t fish bait! This little one has a way of tripping if the wind changes directions so I had to keep a sharp watch on him to make sure he didn’t fall right in the whole time.
And, really, let’s be honest. The kids weren’t the only reason poor Mr. Thistle didn’t catch any fish. His dear wife broke a couple lines and hung a couple lures in some trees, too. I think he spent more time fixing our poles, lines, weights, and general tackle than he did casting any lines himself.
But even with the lack of fish reeled in and the gigantic, extremely stinky, dead turtle floating near my spot, and the various requests we had to field from the little ones, it was such a nice, relaxing way to spend the afternoon. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. With these turds is where I’m the happiest. They’re a pretty good bunch.
Meanwhile, this guy was super good at casting his line into the water. I was pretty impressed. I think I broke more lines and lost more lures than he did. He’s a pro.
This guy was all about the reeling. He hasn’t quite mastered the art of “release the button when you throw it” yet. So, mama was the caster for two poles this afternoon. He’s got the reeling down though. And he didn’t care one single time that there never was a fish on the other end. Or a hook. Or a worm. Or anything other than a bobber. I’m not sure he knew what our end goal was. But his was to reel that bobber back in as fast as possible. Usually before I could get my own line cast out.
Lucky for me he’s easily distracted by snack foods.
Tomorrow we’re getting up early to milk Tinkerbell, stock everyone’s food and water in the barnyard, and head out for more anniversary adventures!
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