Missin' this place...

The line of trees in this photo runs along the river bank at our campsite. By the time we left to come home, all of the leaves were yellow and orange. Hey! Did I tell you I caught a FISH??? I DID! The only one we caught! It was a brown trout, about 10-11 inches long! So we made a big deal about how we were going to take pictures of what we caught so I could post here, but to tell the truth, by the time we got back to camp, we were so freaked out about how we were going to kill the fish, that taking a picture was not even a thought.

I've been fishing before. I have. And by the time we drove home, the fish were dead. no problem. Scale 'em, gut 'em, and fry 'em. But this day, we watched him flip around in the bucket, and slowly end up on his side, alive. I even called my neighbor (fishing guru) about how to "do the deed."

She said, "If you touch him and he doesn't move, he won't last long."

But you know what? I don't want him to suffer. Suffocating must be awful!!!

Me: He's still wiggling. Should we just hit him over the head with a rock?

She said: If you don't know where to hit him, it could be just as bad as suffocating. (At this point she had to explain to a fellow shopper that she was talking about fishing)

Me: Wuhl, should we cut his head off?

She said: I think you're putting waaaay too much thought into this.

I won't go into the gory details, but 3 knives later, we found one sharp enough. I am sooo sorry fishy! We went online that night and read about many different ways to "kill" a fish. None of them sounded great. But before we fish again, we will have a knife to be "oh so scared of!" Oh, and by the way...he was delicious! He he he. I did get a picture of him on the grill, but I can't seem to download it right now! Maybe tomorrow!

We've been home for two days and I am missing being out in the building on wheels, cozied up with Hubby & the 2 hairballs. I mean, we're still all together in the house too, but somehow it's just not the same. Oh, and I've figured out why people go "full time." Well one of the reasons, anyway. It's so they don't have to UNPACK! What a chore!!! It takes hours! I know, poor me, right? At least I got to go. And for three weeks! But it's all back to work now; billing, cleaning, yardwork, and those #%!@*^! tumbleweed!!!!