A Giant Stick, A Massive Freak Out, and A Genie Wish

Let me recap our first full day at the cabin on a lake in Minnesota.

This will be a mostly pictorial review (shocker!).

I'd very proudly like to announce that I caught the first thing on vacation.

Me.

The gal who has never really been fishing before in her life.

The one who had previously assumed that all fish comes filleted, deboned, and prepackaged in the freezer section of her neighborhood Target.

Woop woop!

Not to get all technical on you, but for those who would like to know I used a green jig and a minnow as bait.

No, I'm not sure exactly what that is, but check out my catch:

It's a stick! A nine foot stick! Not everyone has the mad fishing skills that I have to land a nine foot stick and wrestle it into the boat.

Just a bit later I did catch a fish - a Northern Pike. I believe the Northern Pike has some similar physical characteristics to a pickle. Doesn't that look like a giant Vlasic dill hanging on the end of my line? Look at that and tell me you don't crave a pickle spear.

After the jubilation of catching a fish, not a stick, wore off it occurred to me that I had to get the fish off my hook. My husband took pity on me and got the fish off the hook, but he said I had to hold it for a picture.

So, after a brief freak out session, I did.

Note the look of utter joy and contentment on my face.

Not.

The fish wiggled a bit, which caused a full-fledged freak out of epic proportions. My oh-so-loving husband snapped this very unflattering photo of me mid-freak:

The only positive comment I have about this photo is that all of my chins are nicely represented.

I'd like to move on to happier, more attractive photos.

Ahhh … there. That's better.

I thought this photo was cool, too.

We spent quite a bit of time in the boat everyday, with no tv, radio, Nintendo DS, or iPod. There were some interesting conversations that came out of being so unplugged.

The interesting conversation on the boat this day was about genie wishes. You know how if you rub the right lamp a genie appears and grants you three wishes, but wishing for other wishes is strictly forbidden? Yeah, those genie wishes.

Our conversation was about what we would wish for. I'd wish for a mosquito the size of a Buick to not get trapped in my bedroom with me again tonight, to not get eaten by a bear while on vacation to the Great North, and (figuring I'd already cornered the market on giant sticks) to catch a kickass-sized fish.

My wants are simple.

Anyhoo, my youngest child announced that she would wish for more genies. Wishing for more wishes is illegal in every lamp rubbing town, but wishing for more genies just makes good sense.

I decided right then and there that I was raising some sort of genius. A slightly wonky genius, but genius nonetheless.

*Side note: I already think my other child is a genius, too, because she can effectively read a map, remote program the DVR from my iPhone, and can do all kinds of MacGuyver crap like make a battery out of a potato and a twist tie.

Now the sunset photos.

Hush. You knew they were coming.

Thus ends a successful first full day on the lake.

Pin It Now!