Several of us decided to go fishing...My brother in law decided to let Popcorn drive. She only nearly drove off the road about 4 times...Not bad for an 8 year old town kid.
After we safely arrived at the creek where we planned to fish, I actually grabbed a pole and decided to try my luck....I cast at least 4 times before I decided that fishing was completely pointless, and I was never going to get anything, so I grabbed my trusty point and shoot camera and took off walking....
Because that's what I do on fishing trips. That, or take a nap, or read a book...It looks like those two little yayhoos weren't patient enough for fishing either...
Of course, this one was determined to fish. Especially since her cousins and uncle had gone crazy buying her more fishing gear for her birthday.
This kid is a professional fisherman...Or angler, or whatev'. The point his he dreams of growing up and fishing. That's all...I can't imagine an existence more tedious. But, he seems to thrive on it.
Moving on....
Why do these blue dragon flies always line up on grass? I've always wondered that.
I spotted some small mussel shells that still had both sides attached. That was always a real treat when I was little, so I grabbed them for the girls. Then I realized I was wearing yoga pants, so I had no pockets. I carried them cupped in my palm as I wandered down the creek bank.
I tried to shoot a picture of the minnows in the shallows. Of course they all swam away when I got up close. One of my favorite things about this creek as a kid was standing in it barefoot and feeling the minnows tickle my feet.
The plum thickets still had a few sand plums on them. I decided to eat this one...Yep, it was still tart. Have you ever noticed that it's almost impossible to spit out fruit that isn't ripe? It's like your whole mouth is sucked dry of any moisture and it becomes impossible to work up enough spit to spew out the unripe fruit...
Yes, I'm a real classy lady folks...Just in case you're interested, I have more interesting tales of adventures in spitting if you'll just be so kind as to click here...(I'm totally aware you won't click there, but I feel compelled to suggest it anyway.)
I was down on a sandy beach area, and I became aware of a quiet peeping sound behind me. I wondered what sort of baby birds were behind me, so of course I ventured into the reeds and cockle burs to see what I could see. The peeping stopped and I began to instead hear a bird make cries of distress up above me. I looked up and saw the quail you see above. Apparently, she didn't like me looking for her little babies in the tall grass. Of course I persevered. If I stood very still, the peeping would begin again, and I would move towards it...Aaaaand of course the peeping stopped, and the momma would begin to go crazy above me...I would wait some more, hear the small little sound again, and move another step towards it...And again, the peeping would cease, and the poor momma would exhaust herself trying to draw me up the bank and toward her...
I never did find the little quail. I'm sure they were no bigger than my thumb, and baby quail are expert at diving under grass and remaining motionless and all but invisible to predators eyes...
Of course, Studmuffin gave a shout of victory about the time I decided to give up, and I looked behind me and discovered he had headed downstream behind me, and finally had some luck...
On a somewhat unrelated note, Gentle Reader, I will tell you that when you decide to have a bathroom break in the pasture where you are certain your family is a long ways away, it is apparently inevitable that you will hear your children and their cousins tromping through the grass, straight for you...And, it is also certain that you will have been holding off on doing said task until your bladder is full to the point that it takes surely all of what seems like 5 minutes to finish, and you will not be able to get your pants up fast enough before they round the bend to the tree you are "resting" behind.
Not that I have any experience with the above situation...
5 comments:
You make fishing sound fun. I don't want te be one of those people who complains about the bugs and all but when you are hiking around are you afraid of snakes? I've never been afraid of them until we lived here. I read your last two posts just waiting for a snake encounter. Thank goodness you are okay!
And the wind wasn't blowing so of course your moment of rest was completely clean and neat....
I love these posts!
I need to visit the creek. It looks so inviting. Yep, you gotta find a big tree and sing a loud song.
Andi!!!!!!!!!!! We are kindred spirits! And, you are brilliant for coming up with the tree idea!!
Your stories are fabulous. Thanks for sharing!
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