Yesterday I went fishing for a few hours with my boyfriend. It’s something I’d been looking forward to since we started dating. He’s an outdoors guy – likes to go hunting, fishing, camping – and I enjoy the outdoors but have never gone camping (but have always thought it’d be fun) and haven’t gone fishing since I was a kid. So he’s been talking a lot about taking me fishing and camping and all that. And yesterday we finally got a chance to go fishing.
He started off by catching some minnows at the small little lake, then caught a small fish to use as bait for bigger fish. Then he showed me how to worm a hook and how to cast the line with the rod I was going to use. Then once I was set, he went off and did his own fishing, wading out into the lake and leaving me on the shore to man my line.
We spent a couple hours there, but with nothing to show for it in the end. I didn’t catch anything, though I almost had one at one point. By the time we left, I was starting to get the hang of casting (he got a few chuckles watching me figure it out). We also both almost “caught” each other once while on shore getting things together. He managed to catch a couple of small bait fish, but nothing bigger. I think a crab ended up getting them (I know a crab got one of them, at any rate.) He was impressed that I was able to worm my own hook, though. Overall, not too bad considering how rusty I am (20-some odd years since I last went fishing).
All in all, we both had a good time. I think we’ll be going fishing again sometime this weekend (maybe), and he’ll help me work on placement next. He thinks a smaller rod might work better for me and let me get more distance. I came across my old rod a while back and gave it to him to check over and make sure it’s useable. I think he’ll bring it along next time for me.