Um…yeah…sure.
Add to that three kids, and…
Early morning… yes. Calm lake? Yes, until the kids start throwing rocks and sticks into it. And waiting patiently for a nibble on the line? Yeah, right.
Relaxing? Not even a little bit.
Forget about fishing at all with your own rod and reel that you carted along (with great hopes of catching ‘the big one’)… you’ll spend your time:
1. re-baiting hooks,
2. untangling one fishing line from another child’s fishing line,
3. Casting again and again because somebody wants it “really, really far out there. That’s where the good fish are!”
4. saying the following phrase repeatedly: “Don’t dump the worms in the water!”,
5. untangling a fishing line from a hapless dog that just happened to wander onto the fishing pier (poor dog!),
6. saying… “Watch your bobber!”
7. saying… “No, we’re not done yet.”
8. …“No, we’re not leaving yet.”
9. …“You have to be patient. This is not ‘Wii Fishing’. It doesn’t happen automatically.”
10. … “Seriously, stop dumping the worms into the lake.”
In truth, Davis and Josie can bait their own hooks (even Mommy doesn’t do that… yuck), and they can cast it themselves, and get pretty good distance. And Josie will patiently wait and watch… watch… watch her little bobber until she gets a bite.
The younger two get bored a little more quickly. They reel in their line after just a couple of minutes to ‘check and see if the worm is still there’. We re-cast, and within minutes, the lines are either hopelessly tangled or the kids are wanting to ‘take a little fishing break’. (Hey, I thought fishing *was* the break!)
Libby is least likely to want to participate (even though she has a totally rockin’ Barbie fishing pole… pink, no less!), and hands it to us to throw her line out again. Our camping trip this weekend was no exception.
We were fishing in a little cove on Inks Lake, and there she sat with her little pink fishing rod. We heard her start to giggle, and when we looked over, we saw her bobber bouncing around in the water. She thought that was pretty funny, I guess.
“Libby, you got a bite! Reel it in! Pull hard!” We were all cheering for her (well, with the exception of her brother, who was fully pissed that it wasn’t *his* line.)
So she did (with a little help from Daddy)…
Didn’t catch anything on your last fishing trip? Guess you need to get yourself a little pink Barbie fishing rod.
And of course, take along your Daddy to help you bait it, cast it, watch your bobber for you, reel in the fish, take the fish off of the hook, and hold it for you for pictures.
Now, *that’s* what I call fishing. ;)
3 comments:
Nice job Libby/Phil! I don't see the joy in fishing at all, but there must be something relaxing about it.
Too cute. Maybe you need to buy Davis a Barbie fishing pole!!!
Like Libby, I don't bait hooks and I don't touch fish so I guess I need Phil (or someone else along) on my next fishing trip. Tell Libby I think she is awesome!
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