Oh yes I did!

For those of you who know me, you know that fish is not my favorite food. In fact, I would rate it down there at the bottom. For those of you who know Mike, you know that he LOVES to fish. I don't mind going fishing, but when I do go, I generally take my camera and photograph up and down the stream or lake while Mike (or his parents) do the fishing. I do not generally go out of my way to schedule or set up these fishing expeditions, that is, until Tuesday.

I decided to take my Wolf Scouts fishing. Yep, that's right, me, setting up the fishing time & place, finding enough poles (good thing I married into a fishing family) for the boys that would be going and asking Mike to make sure to be there to do the actual teaching of fishing.

We left my house on Tuesday with 2 cars, 3 adults (Mike, my co-den leader, Haruko, and I) and 5 boys. We headed up to Vivian Park, got the poles ready and let the boys cast off. I learned that I can't tie a hook worth beans, when in an effort to help get the boys fishing more quickly, I tied 2 hooks, which promptly fell off into the water the minute the boys cast them. I also learned that sometimes, when you go fishing with an 8 year old (or 5,) some lines get mysteriously tangled that the only option is to cut them. Let us just say rats nest of line.

It was a lot of fun, and even though there were a total of zero fish caught, my scouts had a blast & loved teasing Mike when he had a goof of a cast when trying to help one boy who couldn't seem to cast his line more than a foot. "Nice cast Brother Proctor!" I had to try not to laugh too hard! I kept it to an internal chuckle. :)