I FISH!

So one day, my old high school friend invited me to go fishing. When he first proposed the idea, I told him "No!". But after some thinking, I realized that there was nothing wrong with it, so long as we didn't kill Nemo. So I told him we could go. We drove up the canyon, and I was more sick than I have been in a long time. I was trying to sit up straight and look out the window. He let me chat the whole way up, thinking about relationships and what not. I was relieved when we finally got to the resevior.

We got out and unloaded the little tackle box and the fishing pole. Colton quickly tied the flies on, whcih started off as a spinner. We were just dragging in moss. So we put on a bobber. It helped sort of... So we kept at it for a little, then we added cheese. That did nothing! Colton was sad we didn't get worms, and quite frankly I think that is gross. So we then proceeded to try to catch the fishies... To no avail.

We moved up the lake, that didn't help. We tied on a fly, that did absolutely nothing. We had a good time though. Just sitting at the edge of the water, enjoying the company of a friend that I have missed for two years. It is amazing how things may change, we may get seperated for a time, but true friends will always fall back in sync. I was happy to have his company. We followed the fishing with a shake and playing some games on the Wii. It was an okay night! I had a good time, he had a good time, and no fish were harmed.