Apparently I actually am going fishing.
I haven't held a fishing pole in my hands since I was about half the age I am now (maybe longer). But First-Born Son wishes to go fishing, and it would take a harder man than I to ignore the pleas of a five-year-old boy who wants to go fishing with his Dad.
So I got some tackle, and tried to remember how it all goes together, and we're off to beautiful Lake Crescent, WA, for a few days of canoing, fishing, and general relaxation. I hear they have great trout, but alas, it's all catch and release there. Which saddens me not at all, because gutting a fish is really not something I anticipate with pleasure.
See you all Monday!
06 September 2007
Posted by shadowfax at 12:03 AM