Carol's Thoughts: fishing

Jamie and I went camping over Labor day weekend about 3 hours north east of Phoenix. For his birthday around that same time, I bought him a couple of fishing poles-one for me and one for him. He had told me a few weeks earlier that he wanted to learn to fish.

So, at the end of our weekend, we packed up our trailer and headed for home, We saw a sign for a lake and decided to try our hand at fishing. Why not eh? I remember as a child fishing with my dad, he LOVES to fish. I remember dad showing me how to bait the hook with worms, which is actually quite disgusting, but I did it.
So, I figured I could do it now that I am much older and wiser. We bought some worms and proceeded down to the shore of the lake. There were a lot of people there, families especially, and so we tried to find a spot farther down so we wouldn't make fools of ourselves in front of the masses.

We plopped ourselves down and proceeded to bait the line and start casting. We were quite proud of ourselves, because we actually did quite well with casting. We didn't look as green as we were. After a few minutes a large family came down and started fishing next to us. There were several young kids, and they just started pulling fish in like crazy, we were humiliated, because we hadn't gotten one fish, we did have bites though.

Here is Jamie fishing for the first time.

Well, just as we ready to call it a day, I caught a fish! It was so exciting, but when I pulled it out, I didn't know what to do with it. I had no recollection of how to unhook a fish, and what to do with it. So, I ran over with it to the people next to us, the dad had all sorts of gadgets, and he tried to get the hook out. But, unfortunately the hook was too deep in the mouth and so he had to cut the line and we threw the fish in. I felt sooooo bad. Here was this fish who was probably going to die, and it was all my fault!!

But, it was still exciting to catch a fish, a little one, but it was a fish! Sweet!

My little fish