Going On A Bear Hunt
Yesterday I set up camp and the wonderful people below decided to join me around the fire. Click on over to hear their "Save The Day" stories. Then pull up a log to tell us one of your own.
Jay: A boating mishap
GrayMama: A Father-Daughter car ride
Newt: Haley’s comet, a Bull Moose, and camping in a hotel. Oh my! ;)
Anyone I missed?
Hook, Line, Stinker: I was never particularly lucky when it came to fishing. I didn't mind getting up early, or hooking my own bait. I had no problems sitting patiently for hours waiting for a bite. I simply never caught anything. During one of our family summer camping trips, I snuck off to the lake long before anyone else had gotten up. Since I wasn't very good at the sport, I liked to go fishing when no one was around to tease me about it.
The bait shop wasn't open yet, so I grabbed a couple things from the cooler that I thought might work in a pinch. Bread. Marshmallows. Bacon. It's no wonder I wasn't used to catching anything. But I figured hey, it was worth a shot. Within minutes of throwing in my line (tied down with bacon) I had a bite. I whooped and yelled and struggled to reel that Catfish in. I was so excited. Until I realized I had no idea how to get it OFF. It was the first fish I'd ever caught and there was no one around to see it or help.
So I ran back to the campsite to see if anyone was awake... with that poor fish dangling on my line. When I got there and all was quiet, I started to panic. I didn't want to kill the fish. But I also wanted everyone to see my fine catch. So I grabbed the drink cooler, dumped out its contents, threw the fish in, and dragged it back to the lake. After filling the cooler with water and biting off the cord to my rod, I went back to fishing to see if I could catch anything else.
That morning I caught twelve Catfish. Not wanting my family to miss out on my great accomplishment, I made damn sure to save them all. I ran out of cooler space after the first three fish and had to resort to using various buckets and crates around the campground, including the toolbox in the back of my Dad's truck. When my Dad finally tracked me down later that morning, he was shocked to see my haul. So shocked he didn't say anything for several minutes. And then he started laughing. He didn't stop until all the fish were safely back in the lake.
Except for the one in his toolbox. I kind of forgot about that one until the next day.
Courtesy of Odd Mix:
The words for this weekend are...
Don't be a wuss. Join the fun!
Not Far From The Tree:
Papa Bear: Did someone not get their lasagna?
Mom: That's Hoop's.
Tink: *Blink* Um.
Mom: But since he's not here, you can have it.
Tink: He'll be glad to know you were thinking of him.
Mom: Be sure to let him know it was good.
Not Far From The Tree:
Hoop's Dad: *While fast asleep* Thank you! What did you do to it?
Hoop and Nash: *Busts out laughing*
Hoop What's he dreaming about?
Nash: I don't know. But we could really screw with him right now.
HD: You better behave.
Days Til Hoop's Back: 6
Have a GREAT weekend everyone!