But lending a hand to help out when good friends get married at your own family’s farm, where you yourself got married and watching it all turn out beautifully?
Congratulations Brian and Maria, we were so glad to be a part of it all!
So I have this mother, and she broke her arm. But she’s my mother, so she’s still doing things that normal people wouldn’t do, like trying to catch trout on a fly rod – with only her left arm.
This is the family pier on the property where my mom grew up and still lives. I grew up there and visit often.
We have both done lots of fishing off the pier.
But never, ever, has either of us gone carp fishing.
He even had his daughter and her little princess pole rigged for carp. So we teased him about that too.
Right in the midst of a large amount of friendly banter on the merits and supposed fun of carp fishing, his daughter ran off to play with mine and handed my mom her little princess fishing pole.
Which is when I told my mom that while she could catch a trout on a fly line, I didn’t believe she could catch a carp on a princess pole.
But, if she has enough assistants…
…she can do that too!
And that’s when we stopped teasing… …and asked nicely for an adult-sized pole of our own to use!
How was your holiday weekend?
Were you as lucky as we were and able to turn it into a weeks vacation?
kite flying and picnicking,
Because, if you are like me, you are home alone with kids used to constant company and entertainment and there’s nobody else around to help with dinner.
The vacations over – -just shake it off!
This is my puppy.
Theoretically this is to help my friend out by keeping the pup here while he is still too young to be in a crate all day. Once he is bigger he will no longer spend his days with us.
Theoretically that’s the plan.
Really, we love him.
And we have no intention of letting this arrangement end!
The 2013 WWCWR :
A few weeks ago my best friend Sarah came to visit with her kids. Sarah has written about our visit and our friendship on Think Big Much. I can’t say it any better than she already has so you’ll have to click over and hear about it from her. http://thinkbigmuch.wordpress.com/2013/04/09/on-forever-friends/
If there is one thing I’ve learned growing up in a family of hunters it’s that if you don’t come home with something dead you’d better come home with a good story – if you can swing both so much the better.
So, yesterday afternoon when I found myself watching a pheasant and opossum having a stare down while I was out hunting with the dogs, I figured I was set. “This is going to get interesting!” I said to myself as the dogs came crashing through the cattails toward us.
And then it didn’t.
The pheasant, upon seeing me, dashed off into the cattails.
The opossum climbed a tree, a very small tree.
The dogs ignored the opossum (good dogs!) and sniffed their way after the pheasant.
Storm went on point in the cattails and I couldn’t find her.
The bird flushed – I missed.
The dogs passed by the opossum, stopped, looked up, and carried on (good dogs!).
Then we tracked down the pheasant and even though I was unaided by any sort of pointing from my dog (bad dog!) I got the bird.
Trip retrieved it, (good dog!).
Then he blasted off through the cattails and ran down another until it flushed -waaaay away from us (bad dog!).
So we looked for it, until the dogs stunk of swamp, I had cattail fuzz up my nose and we were all covered in burrs.
Then I got a phone call that I was needed at home.
We spent the rest of the night cleaning swamp muck and burrs off the dogs.
Today the dogs are tired and on drugs to combat the beasties in the swamp water that are disagreeing with their systems and I’m left reflecting that my unexciting opossum/pheasant stare down turned into an interesting evening anyway.
After all, I got my bird and I got a story.