Gone Fishing

So a year or two ago, my dad got a fishing boat. It took me a few years to actually get on it and fish. The beginning of summer, I got up real early to go with my dad and sister Jess. We were out there for 5 hours and caught zero. It was sad.

So again, for my dad’s birthday I figured I’d try it one more time. If we didn’t catch anything I promised to never go again, for the fear of being bad luck. Turns out we caught 13.5 fish. Jess – 9. Me – 4.5. Dad – 0. I felt bad seeing as it was his birthday!

Here is a photo of me and my fish.

fishing with dad

We threw back all our fish, but this one died because he swallowed the hook. Dang fishy. Sorry!

*PS .5 fish = fish on hook, out of water, but never made it onto boat.

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