While I prefer to just gaze at the lake and get lost in it's beauty, the rest of the crew prefers to disturb it by yanking the life out of it.
A couple weeks ago Jewel caught her first fish (Joey actually hooked it and then passed the pole to Jewel and let her think she hooked it), and after she reeled it in there was no one around to get the fish off the hook. I tried to get Jake to help us, but he also inherited my inability to touch slimy things, so he wasn't much help. Immediately I start to panic because I don't want this poor little fish to die, then Joey reappears with this weird looking red thing.
Then jams it down the poor things throat!
And out comes the hook and it's baby grasshopper lunch.
Gross. And awesome.
1 comment:
There may be hope for me! I hate touching fish too!
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