Raise Them or Ruin Them: Fishing and turkey calls

A few weeks ago, Baby Bear woke up and instead of asking his normal question about whether it was school or church day, he announced that he wanted to go fishing. Completely random comment, as neither A nor I are the outdoor sports type. What to do?

Call home.

My dad and brother both love fishing. One of my favorite childhood memories was having my dad teach me how to fish. Another favorite memory is of a trip wherein my sister, brother, me and my dog Bailey all took off in a Jon boat for an afternoon of fishing, but I don't think we actually took fishing gear(that story just makes me smile.)

So my dad and step-mom came to the rescue today. We agreed to all meet up in one of those small don't-blink-or-you'll-miss-it towns. They were waiting with brand new Spiderman and Barbie fishing rods.

The kids had an absolute blast. Mooka was the first to catch a fish. After about 30 minutes, it became quite obvious that she is cut from the same mold as her grandfather and uncle. She was casting like a pro and showed amazing patience while waiting for her first catch.

Shortly afterwards, Baby Bear also reeled one in. He would have been just as happy to stand there and toss the practice fly into the lake all morning. For him, it was just a contest to see who could throw it the worms the farthest.

In an attempt to help Baby Bear catch another one, I volunteered to cast the line. I was so excited to catch something on the first try. I anxiously handed the rod over to him. As he was reeling it in, it got caught up in the rocks. Being the avid outdoors gal that I am, I went over to untangle the line - thinking that the fish had long sense gone on it's way.

And then, out of nowhere, the killer blue gill lunged at my jugular. In an attempt to call for help, the only thing that came out of my mouth was some sort of wild turkey call. Fortunately A has heard this cry for help before, the same noise came out earlier this summer when we uncovered our pool and discovered a bloated dead frog. And with all of his manliness, he came to my rescue. Actually, it played out more like this...

A - What is wrong with you?
Me - LALALALALALALALA
A - Are you kidding me?
Me - LALALALALALALALALA
A - Let me get the camera.