fishing
Fishing does wonderful things to the soul. Well, sometimes - when the wind isn't blowing you off your feet and smacking you in the face so you can't keep your eyes open. It's a wonderful activity for some "me time", where you can sit there watching the breathtaking sunset, contemplating life and random nostalgic moments. Until, of course, a poor fish gets hooked and jerks your thoughts right out of your head.
We went fishing last weekend at Woodman Point. I did lots of thinking...LOTS. And when I say lots, I really mean it, since I caught nothing. Zero. No fish to interrupt my thoughts and admiration of the sunset. And I was freezing.
Anyway the boys decided to give it another go the next day.
Look! Weee, fishies! Nice shiny silvery fishies.
Alas, I had to eat them. There's nothing quite like fresh fish.
We went fishing last weekend at Woodman Point. I did lots of thinking...LOTS. And when I say lots, I really mean it, since I caught nothing. Zero. No fish to interrupt my thoughts and admiration of the sunset. And I was freezing.
Anyway the boys decided to give it another go the next day.
Look! Weee, fishies! Nice shiny silvery fishies.
Alas, I had to eat them. There's nothing quite like fresh fish.
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