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Gone Fishing

I was supposed to be the boy in our family - everyone had predicted it as so - but out I popped, a frilly pink girl. My dad decided he'd teach me things that he'd teach a son if he had one, so I learned how to hit a golf ball, played t-ball (albeit, not very good) and I learned how to fish.

We used to spend hours at the ponds on my grandparent's farms fishing. When I'd get bored, I'd chase tiny frogs, catch crickets or pick daises to take home to my mom. My mother actually said that sometimes my dad would have to sneak out on Saturday mornings to go fishing without me knowing (so he could actually catch something without a little kid talking the whole time and scaring the fish away).

Most of the time, I'm a girly girl, but I still love to fish. My nephew asked for a new rod and reel for his birthday this year from my dad, so after we blew out the candles, we all went down to the pond and fished a little. My nephew said, "How you gonna get a fish off your hook if you catch one?", referring back to my girly-girlness, and I said, "You obviously don't know who you're talking to." When I finally did catch a fish, I impressed the heck outta him when I grabbed the fish in one hand and wiggled the hook out of the gills with another.

He ended up hooking the biggest catch of the day - a great ending to a fabulous birthday.



  1. Hello - this post reminded me of my own childhood. I am a girly-girl, too, but grew up on the Chesapeake Bay fishing and crabbing during the summers and ice skating on the creek during the winter.

    I found your blog through BlogFrog and wanted to stop by an check it out! Your post with all the food was just wonderful, too. Made me hungry for my own small town.

    So nice to discover your blog.

    Holly (co-founder TheBlogFrog)

  2. i want to go fishing lol

    hey girl, just wanted to stop by and tell you about my cool giveaway........a peronalize wine glass *you chose what you want on it* hope you stop by and enter......good luck

    have a great one

  3. Good for you! Fishing was always so much fun with my dad. Hubby is a hunter, not a fisherman really. We have an occasional float for trout, but I do miss sitting on a creek bank! Come share a slow cooker favorite for Crock Pot Wednesday whenever you get a chance.

  4. Great photos!
    I'm proud of you. Yay!
    No way. Can't touch worms or anything.
    I love to ear fish, but if I kill one I can't eat it.
    To me fish sticks don't have faces.

  5. I love to fish, anytime, anywhere!!!!

  6. I will have to show these pictures to my son..he loves to fish!

    Great catch!

    sandy toe

  7. Yeah Steven (and his cool aunt)!


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