I’m writing this high on happiness and short on time. I need to fall asleep to be awake again in 5.5 hours.
But I need to tell you – I went fishing.
Not just off the dock. Real fishing.
In a boat. Where all we did was fish.
It was fun.
Before I left, I was writing a post on how it was a day off and I “stayed in.” I didn’t leave the island and I was okay with that. Then the guides offered to take some of us girls out and I wasn’t going to turn that down. I’m SO glad I went.
It’s forest fire season. There have been three in the last to days within a certain radius to the lodge. We’ve been water bomber watching and keeping fingers crossed for a storm to break the humidity but it hasn’t yet come. The days are smoggy and hot and the evenings cooler and sweaty, so the breeze on the boat was glorious.
I forget I like boats. I like things with motors and movement. Brooke and I joined Wally while the other two girls joined Billy and off we went, ecstatic to get off the island.
“You know we don’t really know how to fish, right?” we said. Wally said it was okay.
I kept busy watching for beaver lodges and pelicans, anticipation and contentment welling up to keep a smile on my face.
I’m easy to please. I don’t even need to catch fish to have fun fishing, ha.
And yet – I did! In fact, I TRIPLED my lifetime count.
Which actually means I caught 9 fish tonight: 8 Northern pike and 1 Walleye.
Walleye are ugly, and pike are big. Northerns wander all over when they fight the rod, and walleye keep their mouths open, making a funny splash. They also have heck of a scaly-reptilian dorsal fin that makes them look like they come straight from the deep crazy part of the ocean.
I learned a little more than that but I must sleep. I’m compromising quality for quantity in my posting habits these days, trying to straddle half-decent writing with information and communication, making me lose in both worlds, in my opinion.
Maybe I’ll edit one day. In the meantime, Look! A Fish!