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Once I caught a fish alive...
Once I caught a fish alive...
While camping at Easter (the time, not a place) we had ourselves a spot of fishing.
Apart from a weedy attempt (the sea plant variety, not the smoking sort) to beach fish last year,
I haven't gone fishin' since I was a kid.
I haven't gone fishin' since I was a kid.
Having Hubby set up my line and handle the disgusting, smelly bait for me,
took me back to going fishing with my Dad and our friends all those years ago.
I remember catching plenty of blowfish and even a rogue thong (the footwear kind, not the other) down at the river - before losing interest and playing around on the jetty or banks.
On the weekend, I had originally intended to set the boys up with their riverside possie and refreshments,
then head off for a nice walk myself.
But once we were throwing lines in and getting a nibble,
I became quite captivated by the whole thing and stayed.
Once I'd caught one of my own, I was hooked - pardon the pun.
I may or may not have a competitive streak - and Hubby was fishless!!
I also have a pretty powerful 'don't want to miss a thing' streak.
took me back to going fishing with my Dad and our friends all those years ago.
I remember catching plenty of blowfish and even a rogue thong (the footwear kind, not the other) down at the river - before losing interest and playing around on the jetty or banks.
On the weekend, I had originally intended to set the boys up with their riverside possie and refreshments,
then head off for a nice walk myself.
But once we were throwing lines in and getting a nibble,
I became quite captivated by the whole thing and stayed.
Once I'd caught one of my own, I was hooked - pardon the pun.
I may or may not have a competitive streak - and Hubby was fishless!!
I also have a pretty powerful 'don't want to miss a thing' streak.
Watching Magoo bring in his first ever fish was as satisfying as catching them myself.
Watching him set himself up, reset his gear, move his chair, fiddle with the lines, check out the tackle box, move his gear again, take a bunch of hilarious photos, test the muddy bank, move his chair... was pretty amusing too.
Watching him set himself up, reset his gear, move his chair, fiddle with the lines, check out the tackle box, move his gear again, take a bunch of hilarious photos, test the muddy bank, move his chair... was pretty amusing too.
The boy might just make a great fisherman though.
(If you can discount the short attention span and need to talk constantly.)
(If you can discount the short attention span and need to talk constantly.)
We actually caught six fish, but I heard him tell some kids back at the campsite that we had caught eight.
6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Then I let him go again.
Linking with lovely Fi and her http://mymummydaze.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/52-week-project-my-little-shadow.html
Shar :-)
Linking with lovely Fi and her http://mymummydaze.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/52-week-project-my-little-shadow.html
Shar :-)
7 comments:
Fishing is such a great thing to share with the kids!! It's not really my thing, but grumpy daddy loves it....I think I may, or may not, have that competitive streak as well :)
Aww look at you. Gorgeous!! I used to rather watch paint dry than sit and fish but now we have the kids I love it!! xx
Oh Shar, you make me laugh... that's right, there can never be too many weed and thong jokes, gold!
Gorgeous photo of you, this pregnancy gig really suits you down to the ground.
What a lovely experience to have with your boys. I have never been fishing, or been inclined in the slightest to go, but you do make it sound fun xo
Cute story, glad you had a bit of luck... Or was it skill;)x
Loving your cute puns Shar!!
Great photo Shar. Clever you catching a fish. Magoo sounds like a real serious fisherman in the making, soon he'll be telling stories about the big one that got away!
Oh Shae! I love coming here and seeing your smile!
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