here, fishy fishy fishy....

"The rock and pool,
is nice and cool,
so juicy sweet.

Our only wish,
to catch a fish,
so juicy sweet!"

-Gollum's fish song

Today a friend took me fishing at Lewis Lake. It was windy and cold, especially out on the dock, but good times were had by all. What got me the most was the "barbie bait" that people use to catch trout:

that's right. bright pink and sparkly silly putty. to catch fish.

Well, I'm sure you'd like to see a picture of me with my catch, so here:

whut?

Yes, I came home empty-handed! Gene managed to catch a biggish trout with his fly rod thing (ooh, me and my technical fishing terms) but the darn thing was just playing, and got away as soon as I managed NOT to get a picture of it. There were fish out there, too, because every once in a while you'd see a flash and splash of a fish grabbing a bug (or teasing the fishers) and there were at four osprey and a pair of bald eagle that seemed to have much more success than Gene and I.

Here's a (poor) picture of a bald eagle in a tree:

I know, I know. Get some editing software and crop these things already, Valerie.

Even though not a fish was caught (and boy, do I have a fierce hankering for fish now), we still had a good time. But all that fresh air has exhausted me completely.


In other news, today I get my "assignment" for the Dye-o-rama swap I mentioned before. I get to play soon!