Gone ~fishing~

Aha! That is how one does that larger image thing! Me like.

 This was taken Thursday morning. Hubby & Tamara worked for a couple of hours to put in more dockage and get the boat in the water so that I could take Tamara fishing while she was here.

I did not want to go fishing.

 Nobody listened to me whine though. They did the work. Tamara has bruises.

Much as I whined and hoped for rain, it did not rain. I took her fishing.

I wish I could tell you that I am good at driving a boat. I am not. I am a big ol' chicken. I do not remember all the things one is supposed to do from year to year. Driving a boat is not something that comes naturally to me. We have another boat. That one I am terrified of driving. This one, I am not so afraid of - but if our starting out was any indication this time, I should have been.

 There is a little thingamajig that one must turn to the right place. Got that. A cord that one must pull. Got that. And then there is this flipping thing that has three positions: forward, neutral, and reverse. Oops. Doesn't matter how much one turns the little handle thingamajig that makes the motor go faster or slower. If one is in neutral, boat is not going to go where you want it to. If there happens to be a current that is stronger than kid's rowing, boat is, however, going to go. Right into neighbour's dock.

It was not my finest hour. I may have yelled at my daughter more than she deserved. But eventually I remembered the flippy thing and we were underway. Do I look impressed?

How about now?

I caught sunfish. Many sunfish, to Tamara's disgust.

I ate sunfish. Once. We brought some home and hubby taught me to clean them and the fish was very tasty. Sweet, even.

That is enough.

I can clean them. I can eat them. I have no desire to do either of those things ever again. Really.

Back into the water they go.

Tamara also caught fish. She did not hold her fish 'right' so you probably can't tell that it is a sunny.

Tamara is more enthusiastic about catching fish than her mommy is. Mommy is now, actually, just as happy to sit and not fish. I don't like to hurt the poor things. And sometimes, even though we try to just catch & release, the little buggers swallow the whole damn hook and you know by the time you remove it - or cut the line - the gulls are going to have a meal.

I like gulls well enough, but I do not like to feed them poor little fishies. Especially poor little fishies that Tamara has caught, named Nemo, and then squealed "OMG Mom! It's bleeding!"

We killed Nemo. I may never put a hook in the water again.