Today you will have the extreme pleasure of reviewing photos... again.
No- this is not my fish. In fact, I did not catch a single fish. That would be due to the fact that I never picked up a pole. Instead I remained distracted from my book, watching the boys catch dinner.
(Although, I was a super wife and carried Jered's bass by the lip all the way back to the other side of the pond. Maybe I have dainty hands because it was very unpleasant on my thumbs. Tristan thought I was very brave though.)
I doubt it's any big secret that I'm not always the biggest fan of Jered's new-found fishing obsession, even though I'm such a pro at hiding my feelings (ha). It just blows my mind that last time we went fishing in Mississippi, Jered wouldn't even touch the fish to take them off the hook. He stepped on the fish he caught and wriggled the hook out without actually touching the fish, and now he can't get enough of it. As frustrated as I've gotten this summer, this moment in Mississippi was what it's all been about.
I mean, seriously. Look at that happy face. I'm guessing if it hadn't been for the horns/whiskers/whatever, he would have been hugging that guy. All that time and energy, all the fishing research, all the disagreements about how an evening should be spent- it was all about that smile.
With that being said, I'm still [really] looking forward to the end of fishing season.
Anyway, this guy was the lone survivor- the only one who got tossed back. He lived to see another day, so now Big Mona has One-Eyed Willie and One-Eyed Jack, not pictured from the night before, to keep her company.
And now, to celebrate the birthday of a wonderful man, some fresh, but old photos for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy the 80's style:
Talk to you later.
Aim
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