I’m that one in a million girls that loves to fish. I like everything about it. I can do everything from untying the boat and “Shoving off” to heading out to open water. We did a lot of fishing when we were young. My dad taught the whole family, the boys and the girls. Acting all girly girl didn’t cut the mustard with my Dad, he had all three of us girls baiting our own hooks and teaching us how to take the fish off the hook after you have reeled it in. That was the hardest part for me and still is. I feel bad for the fish, no way do I want it to suffer and cause it unnecessary pain at all. I’m not all that crazy about cleaning
the fish either. I am always so afraid that I am going to miss a bone and someone will end up choking on it and dying because of something that I didn’t do right. That would be just god awful!
I was looking in my tackle box, what a mess! I need to sort it out and give it a good cleaning. I still have plenty of line and tackle, but I may need to upgrade some of my lures. Well, I guess I’ll go get that done. If the weather continues to be so nice, I’ll be down at the shore!