while fishing in kentucky
This past weekend, I went to a party on the farm of a prof here. And I tried fishing. It took me about 15 to 20 minutes total to figure out how the rod worked, put the bait on, and to try to get the hook and floaty thing into the pond. Even when enlisting the help of others. Then, less than 30 seconds later, there was a tug on my line, which I didn't really expect since other people were just, 'y'know, standing around with their poles. So, naturally, I freaked out. I would say my fish-retrieval technique is a bit off, as later, a few others commented, "I saw you DRAG that fish out of the pond." It was only then that I realized that I was supposed to use the reel to wind the the fish up. Oops. Anyway, I caught a fish!
Of course I needed help to pick up my poor fishy friend, and initially was still all, "WHAT THE --- ..." But we'll leave out the picture with the look of bewilderment and confusion on my face, and go straight to the one where I look like I know what I'm doing.
Bass-tastic!
Then I put him/her back into the pond. Thanks, fish, for the photo op!
So, that was fishing. And the mad outdoor skills of a woman raised in the wilds of the Meadowlands at work.
Other interesting and fun things have happened recently. But, I was just uploading the fish picture, and I think I'll stick with the topic and end here.
Fin.
(Ha!)
Of course I needed help to pick up my poor fishy friend, and initially was still all, "WHAT THE --- ..." But we'll leave out the picture with the look of bewilderment and confusion on my face, and go straight to the one where I look like I know what I'm doing.
Bass-tastic!
Then I put him/her back into the pond. Thanks, fish, for the photo op!
So, that was fishing. And the mad outdoor skills of a woman raised in the wilds of the Meadowlands at work.
Other interesting and fun things have happened recently. But, I was just uploading the fish picture, and I think I'll stick with the topic and end here.
Fin.
(Ha!)
posted by Nicole at Wednesday, June 14, 2006
5 Comments:
*snort*
poor fishy was laying on the ground until you picked him/her up. Convenient how you left that part of the story out...
I think that was implicit in my dragging of the fish onto shore.
Besides, relatively speaking, I think the whole concept of, oh, say, "getting stabbed in your mouth by a hook" and "being pulled out the water on a string", is higher up on the list, in terms of trauma.
Poor fish, in general.
yeah...I suppose. Just giving you a hard time cuz I'm jealous that I didn't catch any fishes. :) At least you released him as opposed to eating him. Though...blue pond probably doesn't make the nicest dinner.
you are the bassmaster!
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