Honey loves to fish. Some of his best memories as a boy are of fishing with his Dad and others. I have heard the stories many times. Unfortunately, I am not a fisher woman. I don’t even really like to eat fish. Just halibut. Deep fried. Yum.
Honey was very excited when it looked like The Ab-Cat genuinely liked to fish.
Fishing in a pond at Yogi Bear Campground in Indiana. Now she was a cute fisher woman!
One more picture of New Smyrna-2000. The Guys were fitching on the beach. This might have been only the second time The Boy ever wanted to fish with his Dad. He just wasn’t into it. It required a lot of sitting around, and being quiet, not his favorite things to do. Honey continued to have high hopes for The Ab-Cat, she was actually interested in fitching!
Then all of the sudden she wasn’t interested. But The Boy was!
They are now Fitching Buddies. They go at least once a year on a week long trip, and on various other little trips. Even Honey would tell you that The Boy can out fish him. Is “out fish” a word? They are a good pair.
In Alaska, the BIG Fitching Trip of ’07. With the big, ugly Ling Cod. Don’t get all impressed and think that I can tell the difference between breeds of fish. Because I most certainly can’t. I just remembered that is what Honey told me they were. And it kind of rolls off your tongue when you say it. Go on, say it. You did, didn’t you? Rolls right off your tongue, doesn’t it?
I love my Fitchermen!
P.S. The Ab-Cat still isn’t interested in fishing.
Come on, go find an old photo and join us for Way Back When-sday over at Capri Deb’s. It is SO much fun to reminisce!