Here is dinner. . . after an hour and a half of standing on the dock in line, three of the chitlins got a turn to catch a fish. Did I say it was very cold, and notice the light jackets. . . I was freezing! They refused to give up and go home (believe me I tried). They weren't leaving without their fish, or shall I say three fish. They cleaned them there for them, barely. . . I had to do it better when we got home. I was not meant to watch live fish get caught and eaten, I have to say I was slightly repulsed by the whole ordeal. But I tried to be a gritty farm girl and give them my grandpa's love of fishing, ha ha. Don't get me wrong I love seafood, and meat. . . I just like to be naive about the whole process.
TOO FUNNY! hats off to you! i don't know if i could have stomached that! that's matt's department!
ReplyDeleteWay to put on the Gritty Farm Girl face!! Your kids will rememeber the cold and catching a fish!!
ReplyDeleteWay to go. I never would have made it through. I hate the sight, smell and taste fish. My kids are going to grow up deprived!
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