Fishing With a Fashionista
Gone fishing
I have only been fishing once in my life that I recall. It was so memorable for all concerned that I was subsequently banned from the boat.
It started with a family fishing trip to Nimpo Lake. The rest of the extended family are all dedicated fishermen / women … so the pressure was on for me to try it too. The first clue that perhaps this sport wasn’t for me, was that my main anxiety was what I would wear. How to look like a fashion conscious Pentecostal fisherwoman?! Yeah, you see we had problems from the get go.
My husband and I took two rods and a small boat with a motor into the lake. He, of course, had to bait my hook and then he looked after the motor while we both fished quietly for a while. So far so good; then I got a bite. I was so excited! I actually had caught one big enough to keep and managed to reel it out of the water …. when it dawned on me that catching a live fish meant AHHH it was ALIVE(!!) and wriggling and desperately trying to fling itself off my hook. My husband was instructing me to bring it into the boat, but I didn’t want it to TOUCH ME!! (Eww gross!) So I had a fish dangling in mid-air and I was stuck. I couldn’t get it off the hook and I didn’t want to risk it touching me as I brought it into the boat. Husband was getting fairly exasperated with me at this point and commanded me in a very forceful whisper to ‘BRING IT IN!’ Noise travels well on a quiet lake (surrounded by homes) and he was desperately trying to avoid drawing attention to this fiasco. All thoughts of being quiet flew out of my mind as the fish came closer and touched me as it went by.
I screamed.
