gone fishin'

Something I've learned about fishing, you've gotta have patience. Ben thinks it's good for me. I disagree.

I don't like bobbers. That means I can't reel it in immediately. I just have to sit there.

I don't like sinkers. They pick up all the icky lakeweed (we weren't at the sea thus it is not seaweeed). And then you get all excited cause you think you've gotta a fish but then nope. Just green slime.

But I LOVE casting and I LOVE the baby ducks and I LOVE the sunshine and best of all, I LOVE the stories!

Answer: No, we didn't catch anything. But as always, we came away with many a fish stories...well, more like tree stories.

We caught a total of 3 trees. Wait... no, technically 4.

The first one I will admit, was my bad. With Ben's pole. (whoopsie!) It was actually almost immediately following this picture. (And by the way, when I left the house my hair was completely straight-not frufy(pronounced: Fruuu-feee). blasted humidity.) I was getting frustrated attempting to attach a bobber to my line when Ben ever so graciously agreed to do it for me. And I, in return, agreed to reel in his bobber and cast it again.

Problem: We were surrounded by trees, big ones, hanging over us and the water. I attempted a very fashionable side cast. The line whipped up beautifully and then ever so gracefully wrapped itself around the numerous tree branches.

Ben just stared at me.

But I fixed it! I daringly jumped from rock to rock (okay, there were only two, but I did lose a flip-flop in the process-don't ask why I was wearing flip-flops) to reach as far up the line as I could and Ben pulled as hard as he could while hiding behind a tree so he wouldn't get slashed when I cut the line. But we did it! We saved his bobber.

That was number one. The next one was all Ben. About two casts later, he beautifully executed an "Elizabeth cast." This happened two more times, once on a huge piece of tree floating right next to us, before we decided we needed to move to more open spaces....

We fished for a few more hours until I decided that I was only a good fisherwoman in Washington. But at least we didn't lose any more shoes, have to tromp thru anymore ice cold water or hook anymore trees! And best of all, I didn't have to eat any fish!

(To the left: the bobber just gleeked out water on my face. SICK!)