If you've known me for any length of time you probably know that I am no fisherman. I happen to be married to someone who can work a fly rod like a pianist strokes the keys. He has a deftness that I lack. Sometimes I try and pick up a rod and fish along side him, but usually I'm off taking photos, exploring, or falling into the river.
Really I am a very clumsy person.
But, that's unrelated to fishing. Sort of.
For years I've tried, haphazardly, to catch fish. Never ever have I succeeded. It was a running joke, my lack of fishing abilities. However, this Memorial Day weekend I decided to put in an honest effort with the rod.
This afternoon, on our final day of our mini-vacation to our old hometown, I finally...FINALLY... caught a fish. A brown trout! I baited, casted, hooked, and reeled in my own little fish!
Okay, so it's nothing great, but I am proud that deep down some sort of fishing ability exists. Not a very large amount, because it wasn't long before I was back to exploring the river and taking photos.