Fishing: Just Another Summer Story~

I am not much into fishing, but my boys are.
All FOUR.

One night, we met a father and son at the local river as they were fishing.

"They" being everyone BUT me. I was there just to make sure Happy Boy didn't fall in the water, and that he didn't throw the fishing pole in along with himself~

Tin Man and this father decided to meet and take our two oldest boys out fishing with them on their boat the following morning.

Me and Happy Boy would be sleeping in~

So, they all had fun. A few fish were caught.

And then~then there was a problem.

As the man's son helped Dancing Boy reel in a huge Pike-it was discussed how great it was.

How huge it was.

How wonderful it would taste.

The best way to 'debone' and 'filet' it...

Uhhh, WHAT? Huh??

Dancing Boy and Nature Boy were excited to see this fish swimming in a bucket.

They were petting it, and talking to their "pet" fish, the Pike.

You see~Dancing Boy and Nature Boy have always done the "Catch and Release" thing with fish.

That is-They love to catch them, but then they love to watch them swim away.

Not eat them.

Ever.

My boys said they never said anything outloud, but inside~

Inside, they were screaming:

"Don't eat our fish! NOT OUR FISH!!!"

Then they came home and told me how much fun they had.

Waking up at six in the morning was worth it.

Well, except that Mick and Danny were eating their pet PIKE right about now.

For lunch.

Oh Boy...Do I dare tell them that the Salmon they eat starts out just like their fishing trip?

Not yet.

I'll wait until after lunch...

(Who is really~)