It’s the temperature of the sun here in western South Dakota — 6th day in a row of 100+ degree heat. Yeah, I know, I know, I was just bitching about snow in May, wasn’t I? Freeze us, drown us, burn us — we will survive!!
Anyway, I’m behind behind behind on a book and am trying to hunker down and get it done after taking a little time off. So consequently, I have no exciting, thought provoking blog this week — damn you Rocki for your writing excellence and me ALWAYS having to follow you 🙂
I was going to put up a “GONE FISHING” sign with a promise I’d be back in two weeks with an awesome blog to make up for it complete with even awesomer prizes — yeah yeah, I know awesomer isn’t actually a word. But…sadly, I don’t fish. In fact, I hate fish. I hate everything having to do with fish. I hate anyone thinking that I’d actually be standing in some stream somewhere, wearing those butt-ugly freakin’ waders, dangling a worm, throwing the line back and forth in silence, watching the bobber, getting eaten alive my mosquitoes, waiting for the beautiful scenery from A RIVER RUNS THROUGH IT to morph in the background and the ultimate peace to settle over me. HAH. Not even the idea of Brad Pitt cruising by could entice me into trying fly fishing. A body of water is for jet boats. Waterskiing. Swimming. NOT FISHING.
My grandfather was a serious fisherman. I have no great memories of my grandpa taking me and my cousins fishing because fishing was serious business and we noisy, demanding kids would ruin it — I also think he knew we’d tattle to grandma about his secret flask of whiskey in his tacklebox. The one time he took us to the small lake in town, I ended up casting my line right into my cousin Donna’s neck — oh, and did I hear about how girls weren’t good fisherman. And then I snapped the cheap-ass fishing pole. And it was hot and I wanted to be inside the farmhouse eating grandma’s lemon bars, not having my gross male cousins shoving minnows and worms down my back. Good times.
The point is… I know very few women who like to fish. Oh, they’ll tag along and bring a book or sewing or crossword puzzles while her significant other man sweats in the sun and proves his manhood as a hunter/gatherer/provider type. Some will even clean said fish — eww…nasty — but I can name exactly ONE woman in my life, past and present, who is fishing for fun (and I suspect her husband’s love of fly fishing had a LOT to do with it.)
So…do you like to fish? Or is it your idea of the worst time ever?
Some random winner will get a big package of those yummy gummy Swedish Fish from me, because they are the ONLY fish worth eating 🙂 ooh, and I’ll throw in gummy worms too!
Here’s my shout out to country singer Brad Paisley’s fishin’ song I’M GONNA MISS HER 🙂
What a fun post today, Lori! Love Brad Paisley, and that video is hilarious. I don’t like to fish either. I will eat it on occasion though, which is sad since I was born on an island and lived there for 11 years. I used to catch fish a lot as a little kid, by hand. The fun part was to be quicker than them, but once I left the island, it didn’t appeal to me anymore. I only eat certain kinds of fish now or when my mom makes it. You don’t have to count me in for the prize today. Just wanted to say hi. Have a great day.
Peace and love,
Paula R.
Paula, I’d like to see you catch fish with your hands.
My little cousin caught a fish with his feet one time, which we thought was a feat — ha ha — until we realized the fish only had one eye and was almost dead.
Lori, it would be a miracle if I was ever able to catch fish with my hands again. My reflexes have slowed down A LOT since I was a kid…lol!!! If I did succeed, I’d be too stunned to keep hold of the fish and the photog moment would be lost, then there would be no proof.
Peace and love,
Paula R.
Damn me? Damn you for following me every two weeks with your clever wit and keen insights. Of course I hate fishing! And I live on a waterway that is overflowing with life – I do like to give the manatees some lettuce and call out to the dolphins. Yesterday a pure white swan swam right out of the water, waddled up my kayak “driveway” and spent an hour prowling around my back yard, hissing at my dog and spreading her six foot wings like some kind of fallen angel. Love the wildlife in Florida! But fishing? Hate the hooks, worms, slimy buckets, and complete frustration (and BOREDOM) of the sport.
I will put a plug in for my friend Leigh Duncan’s latest Harlequin American, THE PERFECT CATCH. She made fishing romantic! So, it can be done…just not by most women. Good luck with the deadline, cowgirl! xo
Feeding the manatees and watching the dolphins? When can I come visit, Rocki? That sounds fun and relaxing — unlike fishing 🙂
Thanks for the heads up on your friends book, I may have to check it out!
I don’t go fishing often, the river runs through our place, if I bother to go down, I’d better catch one in the first 1/2 hour, if not, I”m back at the house. It is a good place to read. Have done that before. But the misquito’s are bad this year, so that keeps me in the house, on the computer or reading. Oh and I don’t clean them either, don’t eat them often, so………why bother in the first place. Family members like to fish, but they give the fish away. I guess it could be a stress reliever for them.
I’m happy to hear you’re not a fisherwoman Tiss — and yes, I remember the gross pile of fish guts after my grandpa cleaned them. I will say, he didn’t make my grandma do it, which was unusual.
Samuel Johnson said fishing was a stick and a string, with a fish at one end and a fool at the other.
Great quote, Jim, thanks! Reminds me of the Mark Twain quote about golfing — which is another activity I don’t get!
Lori,
I love to fish. My love of fishing started when I was about 3 years old. My grandparents would take me for the weekend and we’d head off to some fishing hole where my Papa would swear they’d be biting. My entire family is addicted to it. Me and my daddy have spent many a day hanging out at their pond, just talking and fishing. Some of the best days of my life. I will bait my own hook and try to take the fish off, but I do not clean them. Oh, and my husband tricked me before we got married, he took me fishing a few times while we were dating and so I thought he enjoyed it too, but come to find out that was a bait and switch! He hates it! Broke my heart I tell ya. But, at least I still have my daddy to take me fishing.
what a sweet story! I love that your hubby “hooked” you with his pretending to like fishing.
Enjoy all those times with your Dad!
I do, believe me. He had a stroke right before Christmas, he’s fine now, but I could have lost him. I’ve tried to spend as much time with his this year as possible because you never know. I don’t know what I would do without him. The man raised me right though, College football, going fishing, and drinking beer. Life just doesn’t get any better than that. 🙂
No lie 🙂 — I got the beer drinking gene from my dad, too!
Yeah, my mom who hates beer, disgustingly likes to point out to my dad that he gave the beer drinking gene to all three of their children. She thinks it’s a put down, my dad just smiles with pride. LOL
I used to fish many years ago on a beautiful lake during the summer with my father who was a fisherman. He always caught pike, perch and we ate the fish for supper. I enjoy all fish still.
I love to hear that men take their daughters fishing as much as their sons, Ruth.
I love deep sea fishing, or flats fishing. Not lake or river fishing so much. Ocean fishing is more about adventure and the fight than the meditative or introspective lake fishing thing. Love eating fish, too, but I’ve always lived in a coastal area, so fresh fish has always been readily available.
I think that makes a difference, Nora, being so close to a body of water. But even if my grandpa caught the fish that day and my grandma fried it up that night, I didn’t like it. I was forced to eat it, though, cause that’s just the way that generation was.
good luck on getting the book done soon. the faster you write ’em, the quicker i get to read ’em (and it is all about me! 🙂 )
i hate fishing. seems completely boring, not to mention gross. swedish fish….now that’s a whole ‘nother bag of worms!!
Thanks, Kris, I’m working on it!
I love those gummy octopuses too 🙂
Great post, Lori! I not only hate to fish, I do not eat anything that swins as its primary mode of travel!
Amen, Deb!
Actually, I did like fishing with my grandpa, not so much the fishing part (though I didn’t hate it) but because I could spend time with my grandpa. But I didn’t wade out into the middle of a river (ugh) … he had a boat 🙂 And I didn’t have any cousins who lived nearby, so it was just me and grandpa.
But you couldn’t pay me to clean the fish. Nor my grandma (unless it was crab) — fortunately, grandpa did it himself.
Have a good two weeks “fishing” … for words! 😉
Thanks, Allison. I think I might’ve had a different fishing experience if it just was me and grandpa, but since I had so many cousins…it rarely happened.
Lori, yes it’s sure hot in western SD…. I used to like trout fishing when I was a kid in Canada. Now, not so much 🙂
It’s too hot to do anything! Even the dog doesn’t want to go outside!
Good luck with the writing and with us getting a Barnes & Noble so you can keep signing our books 🙂
Doc Anne! Good to hear from you — and yeah, I think the fish in the shallower lakes around here might already be cooked, don’t you?
Sad about our local Borders — hopefully B&N will consider renting the space!
Fun post Lori! Try my kind of fishing—Go to the market and tell the nice guy behind the meat counter which piece of fish you want. No mosquitos or worms in sight!! =)
Catherine, I was disappointed when I went to Pike’s Place in Seattle that the throwing fish guys were closed 🙁 I’ve always wanted to see that!
I’ve seen them throw fish! There’s a whole work-place leadership program based on how they turned around a failing fish market and made it successful as well as a fun place to work and shop.
Too bad you missed it. Then you probably missed the Salmon jerky they sell! OMGosh! Amazing, so good!
Catherine – I didn’t try the salmon jerky but brought home a box of their smoked salmon. Yum!
I brought home jelly…candy…and coffee, no fish.
I am in complete agreement with you, Lori!!!!!!! I can’t stand to go fishing. I don’t eat fish so I don’t see the point in trying to catch one. My hubby loves it, but we now have an agreement I stay home after the one and only fishing trip I went on. And every time he hears the Brad Paisley song he dedicates it to me. I tell him that’s ok cause when I leave I’m taking all the good shit with me. LOL
Stand your ground, Crystal! And taking a baby fishing? Well, soon you’ll have an even bigger reason to stay home 🙂
I will!!!! He is already talking about taking her fishing with him and his dad. I told him to have fun cause he’s taking her by himself. That can be their bonding time!! He told me that was the plan anyways. So we are in complete agreement. LOl
Once was fun, but then I was a teen on my first date (a double w/ my sister), so who cared if it was pouring.
Now I enjoy only from the sidelines in some exotic setting.
However, please let me share info for breast cancer survivors who have taken to casting —
http://castingforrecovery.org/wordpress/?page_id=2184
What a cool thing! Thanks for the link, Liz!
I had to come back and tell you there is a National Gummi Worm Day.
http://www.punchbowl.com/holidays/gummi-worm-day
I just found this looking up fun events for grandchildren to remember later this month on my sister’s birthday.
I love fish, once it hits my plate! Before that I want nothing to do with it!! I come from a family of fishermen/women and can attest to every argument you gave for hating the ‘sport’ (sport my butt-when did drinking become a sport?). I was about four when I discovered how utterly stupid this pastime is while sitting on the river bank and watching my mother (5’6″, 130 lbs of pure mean) get dragged (yes, dragged!) about 30 feet into the river by a Northern Pike!! Heaven forbid she lose that stupid fish (no need to worry about the pole-she had 4 back-ups).
My family can’t understand why I am not a fan but can out fish them all when forced into it. I learned to string the line, bait the line, when to/not to cut the line before I could tie my own shoes.
Renee, your family sounds like a hoot — and umm, darlin’, if you outfish them? No wonder they don’t want you along!
I fished as a child but no longer have the opportunity nor the interest. Here’s my favorite fishing story, courtesy of my daughter’s blog about camping. Her husband and oldest daughter, 7 at the time, left the campsite to go catch dinner in the lake. With the help of an older couple who were also fishing and had the patience to teach them a bit about the art and science of fishing, they headed back to the campsite with some edible fish. Granddaughter caught two nice ones and told her mom they were named “Teapot” and “Bib.” Ding, ding, ding! Alarm bells immediately rang in Mom’s head – if they have names, they’re pets AND dinner. However, Daddy had a talk with Child about the circle of life and afterward the amazingly pragmatic seven-year-old helped clean, cook and eat Teapot and Bib with nary a whimper. Neat kid.
That’s a great story, Mardee, and kudos to mom and dad for the catch 🙂
I hate fishing. My husband’s family all love fishing. I even went with him and his family on a fishing boat. Was sick the whole time. Worst day of my life. Never to repeat again. As for freshwater fishing, boring. My husband goes and I help him get all his crap together so he can leave early on Saturday or Sunday morning. I love when he goes. I get to sleep late, do what I want, eat what I want, and read without interruption. Love fishing season (for my husband). Also, he better not bring home those fish and think I’m cleaning them. I like to eat fish sometimes. Really really love seafood. Rather get it at a restaurant so my house doesn’t smell like fish. There are a few women on my husband’s side that like to fish. Most though hate it. My whole side of the family, all the men included, hate fishing. As usual, my side of the family wins, we’re much more fun.
So Sharon….I’m definitely putting you in the NO fishing column – hee hee
When Hubster retired one of the selling points of the home we bought was that it was in a community with 9 privatetrout ponds. I love it when he goes fishing.
I have fond memories of fishing with my dad when I was a child…it’s about fishing, not catching.
Terry
Terry’s Place
Terry, I see you said…”When he goes fishing” me thinks you don’t tag along!
No – I let him do his thing, although I’ve tagged along when our grandson visits. Maybe next year when I reach the ‘free fishing permit’ age.
Hi Lori,
I don’t have the patience for fishing but I love to crab.
Good luck with the book!
I don’t like crab either…but I might like to catch them from the beach and then throw them back in 🙂
I’ve fished… from a boat in the nice warm waters of the Philippines and with someone else baiting my hook. You couldn’t pay me enough to wade into a river/lake and spend hours trying to catch some fish and then clean them. I prefer to see a nice flounder, cod, tuna, or grouper swim by when I’m scuba diving (mmm… lunch :))… or, you know, on a plate, nicely grilled with some olive oil & lemon. I wish I liked lobster (pardon me, lobstah); I could be catching my dinner daily diving out here!
I can admire the fish underwater and from above, Cris — I’ll let them swim happily instead of eating them 🙂
I’m on both sides of the fence on this one. If I’ve got to go I hate it, I think it is the most boring thing to do. But if i can stay back i love it! My husband and my two sons go deep sea fishing when we are on vacay, which usually gives me a whole day to myself to read without interruption. So for that, i love fishing too.
Perfect answer, Angela!
i hate fishing. i used to go with my dad all the time when i was little but he made it unfun when he yelled all of the time about how i wasnt doing it right. 🙁 and i hated touching the worms, fishes..its so gross! my dad also used to get mad at me because i wanted to release any fish we caught and he’d say no. so when his back is turned, id throw the fish back out. 🙂 and i hate fish! cant eat any type of sea food. yuck!!!
great post! i enjoyed it!
Thanks, Shadow, and I understand what you’re saying about doing things the “wrong” way — no wonder we learn to hate things, huh?
I don’t fish and never had the opportunity to try. But I love snorkelling and watching fish swim elegantly by. And of course, steamed, then topped with slivers of ginger and a pile of coriander leaves, drizzled with smoking hot vegetable oil and a splash of soy sauce….well, they are then contenders for my addiction to potato chips.
See, LLM that sounds good in theory, but once I caught a whiff of cooked fish, I’d be done for.
Nope, no fishing for me. I went once when I was a kid off a pier here in San Diego. All I caught was a big clump of seaweed. And I remember being totally bored. I’d much rather spend time in the water than standing there with a pole looking down at the water.
I hear ya, Linda. I’d rather stand in the sand staring out at nothing but the vastness of the water than have a pole in my hand.
Loved fishing with my dad. But we did it from lake side or boat no standing in a river. But I don’t know anyone who fly fishes in Florida. BUT I hate to eat fish. Wouldn’t want to clean a fish. Definitely a catch and release girl. My daughter loves to go fishing, too. Of course last time I took her and her brother because they were bugging me the only caught weeds. Then she hooked her brother’s shirt and wanted the prizes for the biggest catch of the day.
At least your daughter thought it was the catch of the day, Karen, and didn’t want to throw her brother back because he was too little!
Hi Lori, i hate fishing my husband talked me into going once about 10years ago it was so boring and the worms were gross that was the only time i went but 2 of my daughters love to go fishing they even pick up the worms to put on the hook 🙂
Methinks they just like to spend time with Daddy, Regina — can’t fault them for that!
I have not ever been fly-fishing, but oh the joys of sitting on a bank with your toes in the water and just waiting for the line to snag while you sit in peace and quiet. Being a mother to 3 children under 5, and living no where near a big city or town, fishing can be the best excuse to get out and away. Then again I am one to look forward to a trip to the dentist if it gets me away for the curtain-jerkers for an hour or two. P.S Brad’s song Little Moments was our wedding song : ) I swear the man told our story to a tee.
Okay, Amanda, I’ll buy that as an excuse 🙂 but I would still like to dip my toes in without dragging bait and hooks!
Haha..what a funny blog today L. I think if I had your experience I would hate fishing as well. Me on the other hand…LOVE to fish. I have been fishing since I learned to walk. To me it is relaxing and rewarding when you catch the big one. My husband, me and our two daughters spend a lot of time fishing and enjoy our family time together. Yes the kids like it too but only for a short time. They would prefer to have no hook on their Dora poles so they can just cast over and over again. Yes L…I do clean my own fish too. Great Blog today, take care!!!
You are a true Wisconsite, Leagh! I’ll bet you’ve been Muskie fishing, huh?
Since I’m from Jersey, fishing really wasn’t part of my childhood. I had a boyfriend a few years ago, who fished. It ended our relationship, not because of the fishing, but because he was such a jerk while fishing. I went along like a good girlfriend, and was expected to sit on a rock. It made my butt hurt, while he looked for the perfect spot, which he never seemed to find. No fish here, lets move to another spot. Pack up my carp, books, water, picnic, that never happened, and move. No fish there, lets move to another spot. Same scenario. I got fed up on one trip after five moves and drove off, in his car, without him. It was our last fishing trip and the end of our short love affair. And I use the term loosely. Anyhoo, I don’t eat fish or find catching them fun and the stupid rocks that come with it, are hard on the ass!! On my list of the perfect man, fishing isn’t included. If he says he fishes, I run and don’t look back.
Cari, OMG that was so funny!! I have a mental picture of a woman driving off and a fisherman not noticing…until dusk.
When I was younger, I loved to fish and crab and clam. For me, the memories are so great because I was with my grandfather and grandmother. They would let me sell anything I caught and I got to keep the money.
Now, you wouldn’t catch me fishing. I hate the sun. Sand is my enemy. Don’t get me started about the bugs. And, the smells! Ugh!
Ah, Jen, the sweet memories of youth.
Your reasons are the reasons I no longer go camping!
Fishing f**king sucks and I’m an expert on the subject of sucky fishing.
My awesome father-in-law died a couple of years ago. He left my husband every single “man” thing he owned, including, but not limited to, a Quad (death machine), lots and lots, lots, lots, lots of tools from the 60’s – one is a roto-tiller that gives you a shock when you turn it off because you have to actually remove the connection from the spark plug, a massive diesel F250, and every single hunting thingy he owned.
Oh, and the other thing he left us? Fishing condoS – plural. Apparently one isn’t enough. We needed 2. I hate going down there in the middle of the devil’s armpit to sit in the dirt on the side of mosquito-infested river or lake bank and … well, what the hell do I do? Nothing but yell at my kids to not get too close to raging river and beat the mosquitos off with a tennis racket.
I’ve been able to get out of going down there until this summer. My dog, (THANK GOD!) unfortunately got sick and required lots of meds given to her each day. So, I had to stay home and care for her during the first trip. She’s better so I’m working on ways to (get out of) make the next the trip fun. It’s close-ish to Santa Fe. I might be doing day trips for awesome Mexican food.
I hope you all get some normal weather up there. We are drowning in monsoon rains here in Denver. Not complaining. My friend lives in Dallas and she said if I complain about the rain, she’ll drive up here and kick my butt. 🙂
Another hilarious account of the NO FISHING rule, Shannon, thanks for telling us how you feel 🙂
It’s hot here, but still green, so I ain’t really complaining!
Hey, Lori! What a fun post about fishing…or not fishing. I have to weigh in on the “likes fishing” side. And if you visit Rocki, maybe we can all give it a try since I live within driving distance. Trust me…no ugly waders necessary when fishing in the warm waters of Florida’s east coast.
Hubby is an avid fly fisher while I’m more of a bait-and-bobber kind of gal. And yes, I will admit, I do love to read a book while waiting for that tug on the line.
(Oh, and speaking of Rocki, thanks for the shout-out about “The Daddy Catch.” I’ve been told that even people who don’t enjoy fishing are reading it and lovin’ it. :))
Hey, Leigh, thanks for stopping by! And telling the other side of the story 🙂
i am not very outdoorsy and fishin’ tends to come up when its too hot to want to do anything (ok maybe this heat wave is effecting me) i can bait my own hook, fish (prefer night or extra early fishing) but i draw the line on getting the fish off the hook…forget cleaning it…but once it is prepared i will cook it at home in the A/C
You’re a brave woman, Chele, for cooking the fish at all!
Well, I hate to break it to you, Lori, but you do know another woman who enjoys fishing. 🙂 I grew up getting up at 4 in the morning whenever my dad and I had a fishing trip. I, the eternal night owl, would manage (somehow) to force myself to go to sleep the night before and I, the absolute dead-in-the-pillow-zombie-in-the-mornings girl would wake up on the first crack of the door opening with him waking me up. I’d be dressed in five seconds flat and ready to go. I loved everything about it — the ride to the lake, stopping along the way at Dickie’s to buy crickets, the boat ride out to the favorite spots, getting the poles out, baiting the hooks, using the tolling motor to ease from spot to spot until we found a honey hole, and then, sometimes, the loooonnnngggg patient wait for the fish to bite. Reeling them in, filling up the ice chest. Eating sandwiches my mom had likely made (or maybe my dad, sometimes), and the chips he’d bought at Dickie’s. Finally winding up at the end of the day sunburned, lethargic, and heading home. (Dad never made me clean the fish, though.) It’s one of my favorite childhood memories.
Now that sounds fantastic, Toni! I’ll bet your dad never yelled at you, either.
I can officially say I “know” 2 fisherwomen personally 🙂
I used to love to go fishing with my dad. I was so proud of learning to get the worm on the hook. Never could learn to get the fish off the hook. Dad had to do it every time. We have pictures in our albums with me and my brother at the lake, river, stream in our strollers or playpens. Being little was no way to get out of fishing in our family.
Jill, we have those same types of pics, but we had our kids on the boat with the teeny tiny life vests, instead of fishing poles 🙂
I hate fishing it bores me to death. When I was younger and everyone wanted to go fishing I would take a book and read now I won’t go with them.
Reading in the shade is one of the perks of getting to stay home, Sherry!
Nope not me. I don’t even like fish–well I like fish fine swimming in an aquarium or in lakes and the ocean. Just not on my plate!
Good luck with your deadline Lori!
Thanks, Jen! And you and I would be great dinner companions — no Red Lobster or Joe’s Crabshack for us!
I hate fish and I would only go fishing with someone if it was understood that I was going to read and work on my tan while they played with worms and that if they caught something, they’d be cleaning it!! I was surprised to learn that my Mom liked to fish with her 2nd husband. This was surprising because she is not an outdoor person and she doesn’t know how to swim!
I do like the working on the tan part, too, Angie, but it was accompanied by bug bites. Ugh.
I always brag myself of not caring about the physical prizes of blogs and who cares about THINGS, right? It’s the spirit of the community and the discussion that really matters. But you’re giving away CANDY that I love and doesn’t exist in my country (Swedish Fish, not gummy worms, we have those here)????? I’m innit to winnit!!!!
Dude, I’m a MALL person. I’m on vacation for five days and I’ve been to the mall for three of them — and going today, the fourth. And complained on the other that I didn’t get to go. Fishing? Ugh, no. Worst time ever is relative, though. It depends on who I’m with. I’m pretty sure even fishing could be fun if I’d let worm in the hook and got to make out with the sort of boyfriend while we wait for the fish to bite. I usually go to man-built and credit cards instead of nature, but, again, it really depends. I’m willing to try out most things if the person who offers them is appealing (and hot) enough 🙂
ps: I don’t really like to eat fish, either. I only eat fish from this one restaurant in my town which I adore, but that’s it, nowhere else.
So candy trips your trigger, huh, Barbie?
Candy is better than sex 🙂
i don’t care to go fishing any more either. when we were kids we went camping as a family every weekend and of course fishing was a part of that. the bad part was there were 6 kids all under 10 and when you fish you need to be quiet so you don’t scare them off,right? we of course wouldn’t have know quiet of it wlked up and popped us on the nose! LOL!
i do still like camping but not fishing, i would rather be reading now than fish but i love walking in the mountains and all of the flowers and cooking on a camp fire and ghost stories and etc,etc,etc.
okay i’ll stop now before i bore everyone to sleep.
Yeah, Tammy it was the “quiet” thing that always got me too!
I would love to try my hand at fishing someday. I am afraid I might love the idea more than the reality. Here in my neck of the woods I do a lot of crabbing. There are two ways and I’ve done them both. One is the common, buy a trap and wait to reel them in. I neve rhad luck with those, once we even accidently threw a trap in the water full of bait but forgot to tether it to the something LOL. The other way is by wading in the water and coming across the crabs. This is more fun 🙂
Now see, that? I could do. I’d release the little buggers though, since I don’t eat crab.
I use to love to fish and I went with my father all the time. Also sometimes went by myself. I haven’t been fishing in years now so I am not sure weather I would still love it as much or not. Seems like after I got married and moved from home I didn’t fish anymore. I kind of miss it though.
You should try it again! Especially if you used to love it 🙂
I love to fish and have since I was a girl. I especialy love deep sea fishing!
I never mastered the art of fly fishing though. Maybe one day.
Karin, I’m SHOCKED!! I never would’ve pegged you as the type to fish.
See what I get for assuming — hee hee —
My husband gave me waders for my wedding present. Now, I love my husband and I enjoy fishing on occasion, but seriously.
Ha, Sarah, yeah, I’d’ve given him what for, with waders as a present 🙁
I grew up fishing. I loved going with my dad. Heck, I even got an award from the state of Md for the biggest catfish one year. Of course, we are pretty much surrounded by water and pretty much everything we did was near, on or in the water. We even went target shooting (guns, not fishing poles) near the water. (The guys use to make model boats that we would throw out into the bay and they take turns trying to sink them.)
Now, I will admit that I haven’t gone fishing in a long while. My oldest son, however, is out all the time and he takes his kids. So, the legacy goes on.
BTW, I don’t think that fly fishing sounds all that fun at all.
I’m happy to hear that it was passed on to the next generation. In my family, even my dad doesn’t like to fish or hunt.
I’ve only been fishing once. My older cousins rented a boat and we only caught one fish, but it was very exciting. I would love to try it again.
We have a boat, but it’s never had a fishing pole on it. I do have a fishing net, but I’m catch and release type 🙂
I grew up on the gulf coast so fishing and crabbing were normal ways to spend a weekend. Going to the levee and casting a line are some of my best memories.
When my kids were young we bought them their own little fishing poles and took them out too…we used either minnows or shrimp for bait.
When my oldest was about four we took him fishing for the first time. But everytime he would cast his line it wouldn’t go very far and would get tangled in the rocks. My husband kept telling Adam to be careful or he was going to lose his whole pole and after a while he decided to be all “father knows best” and show Adam the correct way to cast a line…he rears the fishing pole back and flings it forward…and throws the whole thing in the water. hahaha We never let him forget that one.
Ha ha, Terri! I wondered if anyone else had every done that. It’s twice as funny that it was the expert fisherman 🙂
i actually don’t mind fishing. To clarify though i like it well enough a handful of times a year and for a hour or two tops. I do my fishing in the local river or the lake though from a dock or the side of the road. Nothing fancy and i use just a regulr fishing pole and worms. That’s it. lol couldn’t be more basic.
Oh and i have been fishing in like 3 years so it really doesn’t matter much does it? l
Lisa B
So, Lisa, do you go by yourself?
Before my husband and I had children I would go fishing with him but I didn’t put bait on the hook and I did not clean fish. But we did have a son who loves to fish so now I am not needed to fish any more.
Maureen, I would consider getting out of fishing a blessing!
I don’t like fishing and I don’t eat fish either. And I’m lucky, neither does my hubby!
Me too, Diane. My hubby prefers to hit the fish with his waterski as he’s skimming across the lake.
Ever heard the song fishing in the dark? That sums it up for me
I love that song, Rhonda!
I haven’t gone fishing since I was a child. I loved the time alone with my Father.
That seems to be a happy fishing memory for a lot of people here, Mary!