MEGAN JOSEPH AWESOME WOMAN FISHER PERSON!

That is a perfect title. I love how you pair the quotes with them. Yesterday I went fishing and I caught a ...............................................................I know the suspense is killing you. I caught a huge steel head, but he wasn't alone. He came with an attachment (Mr. Seal). I faught the seal for about 20 minutes (on the line, I din't punch him or anything...just to clarify for non fishing people). He wouldn't let go of the fish. He had the whole tackle setup and the fish so we didn't want to let him get everything. Tackle is expensive. I got the sealhead (that's a steelhead and seal combined) to the boat, not an easy task. Usually they the fish tire out and stop fighting and can be easily swooped up with the net. Then I hear a "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...." sound and line starts peeling off the reel faster and faster. "Wow, are you sure this is a steelhead and not a sturgeon" i ask? Someone else (a man of course) grabbed the rod and then spottted the little bugger's head. "It's a seal" he exclaimed. We went off anchor and followed the seal around, still attached to the rod for 20 minutes. We finally caught up to him and reeled the line in until it broke off. He was kind enough to spit out the tackle. As the little bumblebee like spinner floated down the river we circled around and around as each of us tried our hand at hanging over the side of the boat swiping at it only to miss it by inches. Finally someone was the winner of our little spinner, who no doubt had just had a very tramatic experience. I know it's just a piece of plastic, but I knd of felt bad for the little guy, floating upside down all by himself. He really looked dead. .

Where we were fishing is a little island and I went ashore and got to use my coleman stove. I cooked up hashbrowns, salmon, bacon, hot dogs and hamburgers and smores for desert. It was drizzling and I went exploring and slipped on a log. Boom...and down I went and not lightly. I fell really really hard on my toosh. You know how people are always teasing me and saying I don't have a butt? Usually I'm offended, but this time I was the offender as I exclaimed quite loudly as I sat there in pain on the log "wow...I am so wishing right now I had a really big butt." Everyone laughed after seeing if I was okay. Well, maybe not everyone. There may have been a few premature laughs before glancing to see if I was okay. I let it slide that time. = ) I take several deep breaths and try to gracefully recover. I stand up and as I'm walking toward the boat docked on the shore I catch something out of the corner of my eye. I look down and right where my belly button is, there sits a really scary looking but. It looks like a gigantic wasp and that is because it IS A GIGANTIC WASP. Of course I take action, being the self preservationist that I am. I scream "GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF...EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....HELP. He didn't listen and just clutched on for dear life as several men tried to flick at him avoiding what appeared to be the longest stinger in the history of stinging bugs. Of course the men tried to act like they we'ren't scared...but I'm pretty sure they wanted to keep their distance. Mr. Wasp, who I now know is Mrs. Wasp looks like this. . He'res her biography if you're interested. It's kind of an interesting bug. http://bugeric.blogspot.com/2009/06/giant-ichneumon-wasps.html. Guess I've lost my bug collecting bravery. However, I didn't have one of your metal mixing bowl of yours so  maybe that would have changed my reaction...or maybe not. Now mind you this is after I slipped on the log. All this was fairly early into the trip, which led me to wonder, "What next? Maybe I should wear a life jacket with how this day is going?" The day finished up uneventfully to my relief and I came home with a really big fish. Hmmmm....is there even a quote for the blog that can describe this day? Maybe not, but I'm smoking Mr. Fish right now and am really going to enjoy eating this one.