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July 15, 2009


There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING NOT ONE THING as fan-fucking-tastic as catching a fish!!!! As a child, when my older brother and cousins would go to fish, the rule was that you have to bait your own hook, so obviously my humanitarian inklings defeated me, and my compassion for worms took me down a darker path in life with no fishing in it. I have picked up a fishing rod before, with my last boyfriend, who was rather outdoorsy, and I managed to catch a couple of small rock bass and felt very sorry for them as they were simply thrown to the side of the water to "feed the birds". It made me disinclined to fish. WELL...I was up north with my dad for the weekend, and he got out his cheap fishing rod, no worm required as he called it "the good old red and white", and he immediately caught two fish. He showed me how to use it, and I was awkward and uncomfortable and got the line tangled a couple of times. After about an hour, when everyone else had given up and wandered off to hunt for cold beer, I stayed behind, determined as I'd had a bite but lost it, to not leave until I caught my fish. My hand was cramped, my finger slightly bloody from having been nipped by the hook, TWICE, as I did the EXACT SAME WRONG THING trying to remove the weeds I had hooked. My hand would no longer extend, my shoulder ached, and my casts were getting blown wayside by the wind...but I persevered! I decided it was a beautiful day, it was calm and quiet, and that I was the one defeating myself. I needed to stop bumbling and have some confidence, some REAL confidence, and as I took a deep breath and cast again, I FELT THE DIFFERENCE. There was only one car left by the cabin, it was getting cold and I said outloud to myself "I swear to God, this is the LAST time I'm going to do this", cast, and....TUG! It bit..I yanked, scrambled to reel worried that I was turning it the wrong way, but I wasn't. I pulled it over the grass and the bastard was thrashing so hard he slipped off the hook and started flopping in the grass. Not only had a never caught a fish, I'd NEVER EVEN TOUCHED a fish, and even though I screamed like a girl the entire time, I PICKED IT UP! I may have made out with it, you'll never know, but the screaming brought the team out of the bushes, and my photo was taken (see my profile.) It was one of the greatest moments of my life. I plan on going again the MINUTE I get the chance. :)