Stop laughing....I'm serious.
Saturday also marked the day I was finally going to learn to fish. The only previous experience I had with fishing was when I was 17 and my high school sweetheart and my mom would fish in the river just outside our house. On a particularly long day of fishing I decided to try my hand at it and proceeded to reel in a 17" rainbow trout on my first cast. I was happy and was looking forward to getting the hook out of the poor thing's mouth when my boyfriend proceeded to whack it on the head with a blunt stick and throw it into a bucket. Apparently, we he was going to be eating it for dinner that night. I was devastated.
I remember crying over that damn fish.
No wonder he broke up with me a few months later.
But this time was going to be different. I have embraced the fact that God gave us animals for eating and while I am not ready to visit the local slaughterhouse and chum it up with a cow about to be sent to the giant pasture in the sky I have made peace with catching, cleaning, and eating a fish.
I've come a long way, baby.
We headed to the Choptank River Fishing Pier (also known as Bill Burton Fishing Pier State Park) in Dorchester County, Maryland with my new fishing license in hand and a bag of lovely carnivorous worms to use as bait.
For the next 7 hours I caught these small fish called spot that Mike would then use as bait on his giant mumbo-jumbo 15' poles in an attempt to catch Striper, Blues, or Sea Trout. We caught loads of spot but sadly not any bigger fish that we could keep and take home for our Sunday dinner.
Tweeting and fishing...the wave of the future!
At 10:00 pm we loaded the car back up and prepared to make the two hour drive back home. It was going to be a long ride but we had a pleasantly calm and easygoing day together and we felt good.
That is, until 11:30 pm.
Mike was driving (and for that I will be eternally grateful) because when Bambi decided to jump 8 lanes of traffic and a jersey wall ending up directly in front of our car which was moving at sixty miles per hour he knew to slam on the brakes and not attempt to swerve out of the deer's way. If I had been driving I am sure that I would have panicked, lost control of the car, and then rolled it.
Despite Mike's best efforts to miss Bambi we hit her head on with the passenger side of the car taking out the hood, lights, fender and bumper of the car. We pulled over and checked the car, did a brief look/see for Bambi but then realized there was no way she could have survived that kind of impact.
I do admit to crying over that damn deer. But I am rather sure my husband will not divorce me for it.
He's awesome like that.
We both thanked God for protecting us and I said a little prayer for Bambi since the bible says he watches out for the Sparrows and I figured he certainly might notice the loss of one of his bigger creations.
We made our way home grateful to be alive. Thankful for the fun we did that have day and considering the fact that we seem to have a better track record at hunting than we do at fishing.
Good to know.
*On a side note...I had some awesome pictures from our fishing trip to share in this post but Blogger had decided to freak out on all my photos and flip them on their side so if you would still like to see them you can access them via my Facebook page!
