Bass fishing with a Barbie fishing pole
We went over to Karen's parents late Sunday afternoon so she could spend some time with her Mom. When we got there, the girls wanted to fish in the lake. I met up with them after a brief stop in the den to watch the chariot race from Ben Hur. I love that scene!
When I got to the water, Karen had just caught a small brim. The girls were very impressed, but afraid. It was 'slimy and stinky.' My turn. Karen went back to the house with Emily and left me with Maggie. We promptly caught another brim. And then another one that was slightly larger. By the time we caught a third, we had attracted attention from the house and in the water. A bass was trying to eat the brim we had hooked! He made a couple of lunges for the brim, who was swimming for cover in some reeds. I had to drag him into the deep water to have a chance at the bass. Finally -- paydirt! I had a nice sized bass on the line. The Barbie fishing pole was bending in half, so I grabbed the line to prevent the girl's fishing pole from breaking.
Snap! The line broke. Emily started crying. At first I thought it was because she had just witnessed a small part of the circle of life watching the bass eat the brim. Actually, she thought I had broken her fishing pole. She was consoled and found out that it wasn't broken, so she would be able to fish again in the future.
As for me, I was disappointed I missed out on the chance to haul in a big bass on a Barbie fishing pole. I don't have a fish, but I do have a great fish story!