Fishing

Yes, we have a pond in our backyard, and, yes, our boys love to fish. So, why do we rarely walk out the backdoor and take our littles fishing??? Well, I'll tell you why I don't. . .

1.) I cannot bring myself to spear an innocent little wiggly worm. Cannot do it. Not now. Not ever. Never. And. . .

2.) I can hardly bear to watch the poor fish fight and squirm until we throw it back into the pond. And, I cannot stand the thought that we just tricked it into eating food with a hidden sharp surprise in it that was meant to hurt them for our pleasure.


It just seems wrong to me.


Maybe even a little mean. But, I will say it keeps my boys somewhat quiet and busy and content for a long period of time. And, for that I rather enjoy it!! I really have no problem with the idea of fishing as long as I don't have to be the one sticking a hook through a worm!! :-)


Pop took them fishing, and it was such a hit that Erik and I took them again later in the weekend after Pop left. "Erik and I" is actually not so true. I was present. I had nothing to do with the actual fishing, but I was present complete with. . .

my lawn chair, designer jeans, and chai latte.

Ahhh, country life!!!!!!

You gotta love it!