Just so it's clear, my sister and I are not huge fans of fish that have teeth. So when it comes to things like pickerel and pike, we are, frankly, scared of them.
So you can just imagine how much fun it was to see just the two of us catch not one but five toothy creatures.
The first one took us both by surprise. It hit my lure particularly hard.
JAL: What is it?
me: I don't know! You tell me! (I was, at the time, fighting to bring it up to the surface, and it happen to be right in front of her.
We both saw the long skinny belly at the same time.
JAL and Me (together): Oh, crap.
That began a string of expletives not fit for electronic publication. It also began a streak of us catching things that could bite our fingers off. Or mangle them, at minimum.
But today was practice, really. Because tomorrow, my sister and I will be joined by a certain four year old who thinks all fish are cute, and likes to pet them.
Tomorrow should be fun.
So many books...
2 years ago