The day after the new year we went to a lake and fished. Bright and early we went. The week that Station worked at 3 am every morning, on his free day he chose to wake just as early. We had to bundle up. Since I brought not one, but two wrong sized shoes my dad just happened to have another pair in his car and let me wear them. Prepared for my lack of preparedness, that is his calling until the day I die.
Anyway, I sat around and kept the fishing holes nice and clean, took a nap, and then gutted the fish. In the time that I managed to gut 2 fish, my dad had done 5. The teeths hurt me. Fish don't need teeth.
On The Ice
That is Fresh
Shining the Ice with a lack luster auger
Gets The Fish
Thirsty
Juanita's First Time
I went fishing.
Don't fear. That isn't a homeless person. That is me.
