So one picture perfect Sunday, us city folk decide to try and fish. We load up the car with kids and set out on our excursion. Halfway up the road, one wise guy exclaims “How are we gonna fish, we have no fishing rods, nor bait, nor any other fishing paraphernalia?” Point taken, we stop at the local trading post to equip ourselves properly.
But alas, the fishing equipment looks way too daunting for our amatuer ways. So instead we purchase fishing nets in various sizes. These look way more user friendly.
We pull up at a lovely park, with a pretty river, uh lake, um pond, body of water……not sure what you call it. (I may sound ignorant, but I can rattle off every avenue in Manhattan in correct succession from east to west of the island……..just saying.)
The first paragraph in my new book – FISHING FOR DUMMIES – City Folk Version is going to read: Leaning over a bridge with a fishing net makes for a pretty picture but probably wont work out too well in the “actually catching fish” department..
We move on to Plan B. Oversized net in tow, our wannabe country bum’kin Sam, leads the way, and the rest of the kids follow.
The girls decide that the fish are hiding under the wooden planks. They may be on to something.
We try to get this cutie to participate. The “shoulder meets cheek” motion speaks louder than words. We get the message.
This frog is mocking our resourceful attempts to catch fish. Hang on, Kermit. The kids have got a plan.
Yay! They scooped up a fishy in a discarded cream cheese container. One point for Team Unconventional!
Our determined bunch will not give up. The goal for the day is to catch a respectable size fish in the net.