Steve and I love to fish, so we decided to try out Pilcher Creek Reservoir where my husband is currently the "Camp Host". The first few times we went, the fishing wasn't real good. One or two fish, here and there. They are always nice sized, but not very plentiful. We went over Labor Day weekend, however, and since they are draining the water at a pretty fast pace, the fishing was GREAT. We came home with 19 fish, anywhere from 8 inches up to 14 inches. I was too busy catching fish to get any pictures but I did get some pictures from an earlier trip. Kamille was so excited when she caught a fish all on her own. I don't have the heart to explain to her that it was purely LUCK that she actually got in on the bank, as she had snagged it in the nose with her hook and BARELY. But, whatever the method, the important part is she caught one. HOWEVER, when it came time to clean it, the drama began. I was raised being taught that you bait your own hook, and you catch it, you clean it. Of course, I'm not going to turn an 8 and 10 year old loose with an extremely sharp knife, so we helped them. Kamille was COMPLETELY grossed out by the guts and started crying like crazy. She is a tender-heart, so watching Steve slice up the belly was more than she could stand. Not surprisingly, she has not asked to fish since then. They are MUCH more happy just throwing rocks in the water or searching for snails and frogs on the bank. Maybe someday, they'll decide they like fishing as much as Mom and Steve. Until then, they are content
to play.
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