Catching fish means removing some hooks.
Fishing.
For my formative years of life, before I cared about boys and acting somewhat girly, often I was found barefoot with my hands wrapped around a line that was dropped in a lake.
Looking just like this.
Except I didn’t use such a fancy-shmancy lure. We only had hooks and purple worms.
When my daughter caught this little bass yesterday, she tried to remove the hook.
So she called to me from the squishy, muddy lake’s edge to help her remove the hook.
Eew.
I can’t do that anymore.
Where was my son?
The son that caught this guy earlier.
Well, he was far away catching things out on a boat in the bay.
Poo.
So we struggled.
Actually, my daughter ended up getting the hook out fairly quickly.
See, she didn’t mind touching the fish. Which now in the intervening decades has begun to gross me out.
Yes, if you play with a rod and reel you better be willing to touch some fish.
Or bring your daughter fishing with you.
Do you fish? Or did you back when you could touch their slime-coated bodies straight out of the lake….?
I like to fish. I do not touch worms or fish. And really only like to be around people tossing a line when I know Dan Zant is in town to remove hooks from body parts…or dog’s ears or tongues. Jack is avid fisherman. Annie…not so much.
I thought of Dan Zant, Julie. He took a hook out of Jake’s thumb with finesse that I knew would only come out with a sharp knife and stitches.
That reminds me — I have to feed your fish.
Jamie, Joe says that there are two kinds of fish people: those who like to fish and those who like to catch fish. Most males trying to avoid the “honey-dos” of the day would be the former. Kids would be the latter.
I don’t fish ..but my son is obsessed. He is fishing right now actually. I see a summer, pond-side for me.
Kathryn. I love to feel the pull in the line and see what it is. Then it’s still there and not going anywhere till you remove the hook.
I hope u are feeding Cinderella.
Ginger — you and your son need to come to Georgia to visit and fish.
Ah, I used to go fishing, but I always made my dad deal with the worms and the hooks. I also refused to scale or gut the fish. Basically I just held the pole, does that count? Lol
I’m planning on the RWA Conference next year in Atlanta. My son FREAKED out because he has a friend down there. The boy started his own lure making business called Big Boy Baits, and Mitch has become good friends with him. So its a real possibility!!