My hair doesn’t always look like this. I was NOT trying to go for any look whatsoever. I went to bed with the bobbypins in my hair and got up in the morning and stuck the visor on my head.
I don’t like to go fishing. I will not go into all the details and explain my opinions and thoughts. However, it is important that you know I don’t like fishing.
My husband LOVES fishing. It’s one of his favorite things of all time!
For our anniversary (11 years!), Chris had to work the closing shift which meant he started at 2:15 pm. So I (with the help of his incredible cousins)arranged that we would be able to spend the day together. I planned that we would go fishing in the morning (go wife!) and have lunch at Chili’s. It sounded like a perfect day for Chris. I was resigned to the fact that it would be an okay day for me. (I did get to go out to eat!)
Chris’s cousins arrived at our house at 7:00 (did I mention how awesome Matt and Melody are?) and we were out the door by 7:30. We got on the lake and I was perfectly and happily resigned to the fact that I was going to spend all morning on the lake–fishing.
I may not like fishing, but I do want to point out a couple of things. When I go fishing, I bait my own hook and take the fish off the hook. Not because I’m that kind of girl. Oh, no. It’s because my husband MAKES me. So not only do I not enjoy fishing, I can’t even get out of the girlie girl no-no’s. I am shaking my head in disbelief of how cool I am! (he he)
We traveled to the other side of the lake and put a little tiny lure on my pole. Little tiny. It’s like I’m a kid because I only fish for bluegills and crappies (what do I know about this? NOTHING. I am just stating what my husband tells me. Not that he has called me a little kid when I fish, I just used that to explain who fishes for what I fish for) Oh, and let me describe my pole. Chris had it when he was in elementary school. It was made in the 1980’s, and it’s red with a green reel. Oh, yes. It’s a 1980’s Christmas fishing pole.
As we were fishing up along the shoreline, the sun was making my eyes hurt. I decided to cast out on the other side of the boat. After I did that, I told Chris, “I know it would be better to fish along the other side, but the sun was hurting my eyes.” Just after I said that, I felt my line pull (can I just reiterate that I SOUND like I know what I’m talking about, but I have no clue). I had been catching enough weeds to make a salad (and when Chris said that, a salad sounded really good–not a seaweed salad!) As I started to reel it in, I said, “I got something.”
“I think it’s a big one.”
All of this was said with a bit of unbelievibility but not freaking out.
Chris looked over and as he did, it jumped. To which I heard, “Whoa! That IS big. Keep going!”
It jumped again.
Chris: I think you got a muskie!!!!!!
Gianna: What do I do?
Chris: It is! I’m pretty sure that’s a muskie!!!
Gianna: What do I do?
Chris did not reply.
I stopped reeling and held on to my pole and said: WHAT do I do? I don’t know what to do! I don’t fish! Do I keep reeling? Do I let him run out? What do I do?
Chris (Finally): Just keep reeling him in.
So I did. I reeled and reeled that baby in. He swam on the boat and Chris was able to get him in the net. He promptly jumped out and fortunately, Chris was able to net him again.
I caught a muskie.
|5 lbs, 30 inches|
|Kind of measly compared to Mr. Muskie, huh?|
And we would not have seen this