Posted by Kait
As you may know from the posts below, we recently went a few states over to visit some friends. Here is my first post about the trip.
Fishing. If you’ve done it before, you’ll know it’s fun. You get to get dirty, fall in the lake, touch slimy fish that dig their razor-sharp fins into your hand…oh yeah. It’s a blast. Okay, first of all let me explain where the Graham Crackers live.
They live in a trailer. Yes, they and their 5 kids live in a trailer. Mr. Graham Cracker is a pilot-in-training. They recently moved away from where we live. They live in a camping trailer park. Behind the park is a lake. More like a ginormous puddle for how clean it is, but a lake.
There are a couple different types of fish in this lake, of of them were these little fish called craupys or something. They’re the ones with razor sharp fins that dig into your palm. Ouch. I had it happen to me. We would purposefully catch the craupys or whatever to lure in and catch the bass. You can eat bass, and I heard it taste good. In fact, Mr. Graham Cracker caught 2 bass the morning we got there by accident. He was just fishing for the little fish. He felt a tug and started to pull in the little fish when a huge bass came and grabbed the little fish. I don’t know how he caught the other one. In the end I know that they ate bass, and most of them loved it.
But anyway, the Graham Cracker kids, Guys and Boy, were very excited to catch a bass, and wanted me to catch the little fish, put them in a bucket, and then go catch the big fish: the bass. Sounded like a good idea to me. The little fish are pretty east to catch. I had caught 3 in less then an hour, I know that’s a pretty long time, but half the time I was moving to a different part of the lake or untangling Boys line which repeatedly got caught in the tree. But anyway, the last fish I caught was impossible to get off the hook because of the way it went in. So we decided to just go ahead and use it for bait.
Guys came back to watch us and Boy helped me get the fish in the ‘right’ spot. The fish was gone in 2 seconds. The bass snapped the line and took it with him, the bobber floating behind him. That’s how he got the name Bobby. He next decided to steal my second fish, and my third was probably eaten by him, too, but I can’t be sure because he managed to get off the hook. All in all we had a pretty good time fishing. Guys came often to watch me, and Boy stood by me the whole time, giving me pointers, like try casting it out half a centimeter to the left(great advice by the way). Dad ended up fishing, too.
We had tons of fun that day, and even though we didn’t get to eat any fish, Dad wasn’t lucky either, I had a lot of fun with the Graham youngsters. Here are some random pictures.