So, I have this inner part of me that wants to be a fisherman??? fishergal? fisherwoman??? We got the kids fishing poles for Christmas so we can "fish" in the down time of boating-which can sometimes be a lot considering I'm the perpetual flag girl (thank you easily injured body) Brian wakeboards and skiis but that only takes up a certain amount of the time and the kids can only do so much in one day.
So...ever since we got this fishing poles I want to catch a fish. I want to catch big fish, the kind that you see on those TV shows. Haha. I understand that this isn't really going to happen but I dream big every time. Every time I am let down. It's ok, I can handle it. I still have big dreams.
Today was the day. I could feel it. I put money on the line with my brother. $10 for the first person to catch a fish. At first we were thinking $50, then $25 then we settled on $10. $10 is enough for me to get competitive.
I was casting and reeling, casting and reeling...then I hear the words "THE BETS OVER" Michael had caught a fish. DANG IT! I wasn't going to give up so easily though. I started reeling and wouldn't you know it I felt resistance! I HAD A FISH!!!! I CAUGHT A FISH!!!! You would have guessed by my reaction that I had won the lottery. The excitement was off the charts! Once I saw the results of my efforts I realized it wasn't one that would have made the shows but it was still a fish!
Here you go. :D
Watch out you fishermen. You may have some competition on your hands.