2nd Time Around... much, much different

Earlier this year, W got me into fishing. (Yes, I have been fishing. I can hardly believe it myself.) I haven’t been fishing since I was about 6 or 7 years old. The 1st time we went; he baited the hook with earthworms and helped me get untangled from the braches and such at the edge of the pond.



LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE 2ND TIME AROUND… MUCH MUCH different.

(Believe me!!)



While we were making plans to go fishing, W informed me that I was going to bait my own hook. I was not too thrilled about this. I was thinking… OMG, I have to touch a slimy worm and get dirty and blah blah blah. After I thought about it (to myself of course) I watched him bait the hooks the 1st time around so how hard can it be, right? Right!!



Ok… we go to the pond. He hands me the cup of worms and heads down the bank of the pond. He’s still in sight. I start jostling the dirt around looking for the worms. I poured some dirt into my hand. Thinking that maybe there was too much dirt for me to see them. I tipped the cup sideways. The clumps of dirt moved. I hollered! THERE THEY WERE!! Yes, I know that I was looking for worms. But they were several all together and they freaked out when the dirt moved away from them. (They freaked out...as in started swirling and trying to get deeper into the dirt. Like they knew that they were bait or something.) I guess they’re smarter that I gave them credit for… that will teach me. I tried to grab the smallest one of the bunch. This was not easy because these worms, every single one, were HUGE!! I grabbed one and he started freaking out. I could hardly keep my fingers on him. I was thinking to myself, how in the world do I get this thing on the hook?? I decided that I was the “boss” and I was going to get this worm on the hook. It was completely grossed me out to try to get the worm on the hook!! I finally got the dang thing on there. The whole process probably took about 10 or 15 minutes. I cast. (Did I happen to mention that I had to cast into the wind??) The baited hook went about 3 feet in front of me. I knew that wasn’t far enough out, especially with the wind blowing so hard and the hook was already starting to drift. (This probably meant stuck in the crud around the bank, IF it wasn’t already.) So I reeled the line back in. And guess what?! The you-know-what worm was gone!! I could hardly believe my eyes. I knew that W was watching me. Being a girl, I’m thinking… this is a test of patience… hold your temper… stay calm… breath deep… hook another worm.



I had to stop right there. I’m actually telling myself that I am going to hook a freaking worm… GROSS!! Honestly, I was soooo pissed!! I was pissed that baiting the hook took so long the last time… I was pissed that I had to wrestle with yet another worm… I was just plain pissed off. I didn’t let it show. I decided to suck it up… my pride NOT the worm.I went threw the entire process yet again that took just as long as the previous time. I won’t bore you with all the details again. Long story short… HA HA!!... I cast again. Guess what?! Same damn thing happens. The effin’ thing goes out about 2 or 3 feet and starts drifting back into the shore. I was on the edge of just casting with no freaking worm and just hang out until W was finished. Then again, that would be the easy way out, right?! At this point, we had been out there for a while and I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer.



ONE MORE TIME…. Find the worm… bait the hook… cast. It was a shorter process this time around. Whoo-hoo!! The worm stayed on!! YIPEE!! I casted the hook a few times more with no bites. I was disappointed that I didn’t get a bite. At least, I tried my best.



You wanna know the ironic thing… when we were finish fishing, the worm wouldn’t come off of the you-know-what hook!! WTF?!?!