You and me goin' fishin' in the dark...

Well, it wasn't dark actually. Thank goodness. Steven and Scotty tried that Friday night, and it didn't work so well. That's a whole 'nother story though. :-)

About a week ago, we realized we hadn't been fishing together in a looong time, so Friday afternoon Steven and I had a fishing date! We packed up, headed to the Cache River...and didn't catch a darn thing! Technically, I hooked 3 (yes, THREE) that got away as I was reeling them in up on the bank. The first one I was ok with because we had only been there about 30 minutes. The second irritated me. The third just ticked me off. Steven hooked one, but it got away when it hit a rock in a shallow rapid. Oh well. Better luck next time.


Naturally, there was some funny stuff said that day.

(As we are walking out the door to the truck...)
Steven: Seriously. Are you really taking all that?
Me: What? My license is in my wallet. I have to have my water bottle, my camera...
Steven: Taking a woman fishing...

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Steven: What are you doing?
Emily: Setting up the camera. When you get done putting my hook on, I want us to take a picture.
Steven: hmph
Emily: What? I'm serious.
Steven: I know you are. That's the problem.