Fish Sticks

Happy Saturday...I hope everybody is having a great weekend so far!  

People say that a picture is worth a thousand words, and now that I'm a blogger, I'm going to see if I can prove that saying.  A few weekends ago, Luke and I, along with our smokin' hott wives (sorry ladies), went to a cabin in the north Georgia mountains.  We had a lot of fun and celebrated our love for fashion, fishing and freedom.

Early Friday morning (around noon), Luke and I headed down the 237 steps from the cabin to the creek.  There were literally were 237 steps down to the creek...we counted.  That first morning of fishing, the fish weren't biting on the lures.  I don't really understand why, because I always assumed fish liked shiny objects as much as I do.  We simply attributed the lack of fish bites to the full moon the night before (seems like a legit fishing fact, right?).  Wy wife Hollee also got some time on the water with rod and reel in hand.  Ever since her first time ice fishing in Montana, which she loved (and made me love her even more), she's wanted to try "normal" fishing.  I'm afraid she's hooked now ;-)

Later that evening we knew we had to take action, so like Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn, we started digging for worms.  While we didn't find any big daddy nightcrawlers, we did find a few decent ones big enough to fit on the hook.  I chose a calm hole in the creek to drop the worm down into, and right before we were about to call it a night, I felt a tug.  I knew it was something huge..."this was it", I thought, "a moment to prove my manliness."  And prove it I did.  Just take a look at that beast in the picture!  3 or 4 inches!  At least it was bigger than the worm I used to catch it (barely).  I released the little guy since it would've been a lot of work for one fish stick.  Luke and I then celebrated our freedom by jumping in the icy cold water while our wives laughed at us.

Side note on my fashion style pictured above (Montana Griz hat w/Colorado Rockies tee-shirt): It is ok for a man to wear two separate pieces of sports apparel at once.  They don't even have to match in color, or in sport.  Just don't do three pieces at once. You don't want to look ridiculous, do you? DO YOU?!?! I rarely leave home without my Griz hat, and I wore my Rockies shirt to accentuate my need for a tan.  (Not pictured: cargo shorts - see previous post)

All in all it was a good day.  35 minutes later, after we made it up the 237 stairs, we jumped in the hot tub to ease our cramping legs, and vowed to eat more potassium.

Until next time...