Summer of ’07, also known as back when I was old enough to vote but not old enough to drink, was the last time I went fishing (well, before yesterday). I’m a crafty one, you see. Caught that little baby fish and didn’t even have to touch it.
My lovely family took a little excursion to Red Lake, Ontario where we went a week without internet, cell phones and television. Sometimes, I dream of a week like this. Could you imagine an entire week without technology? It seems magical.
A week where you paint rocks because you are so bored? Only my mother and aunt would bring random crafts on a family vacation. Next time, I’m petitioning for a beach vacation.
A lot has changed since ’07. Sort of. Yesterday I went on a work trip to Lake Texoma. A guide took us around the lake to the best fishing spots, took the fish off the hook and cleaned the fish.
According to Dreamboat this is what you call Princess fishing.
Dreamboat? Well, that umm.. friend of mine… the one who calls me his girlfriend. You know, the one who couldn’t be blogged about because he didn’t have a blog name — we’re going to refer to him as Dreamboat.
Anyway. Princess fishing. It’s fitting, I suppose.