Just how it sounds. We went fishing in my backyard last night. It was pretty cool. I say "we", but really Bradley set out five poles, all from the back wall of my yard right into the ocean. I helped a little bit, and this last time he did actually leave me alone with the poles (which he's normally reluctant to do, and to be honest, scares the bleep out of me...if a 50 lb ulua actually took hold of one of those poles, I wouldn't know the first thing to do). Slowly but surely, I'm learning.
Before you even ask, nope, we didn't catch anything. And if you were to ask Bradley that totally reasonable question after a fishing trip, he would tell you wisely:....it's not called "catching", it's called fishing. Luckily, he says it with a smile, and a twinkle in his eye. But of course he only tells you this when his efforts don't yield any pescado. Reeling something in is apparently just a bonus, it's all about the sport for him.
But it was still pretty fun. And it was an especially beautiful day (been a bit rainy here the last week or so), with a killer sunset. I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
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