There is still something that makes me laugh at myself when we go woods ridin’. It’s a real thing. You can’t use the “g.” I love being outside.It is great to let the windows down. Wyatt is so happy,with his big ole head hanging out the window. It is a good time. I use to not be able to go without at least a 12 pack of beer. I went with out any this time. Yes, I am proud of myself.
There are some huge mud puddles. Maybe that is not the right word. Mud hole? Each mud hole I would close my eyes and pray because we were in a Chevy Equinox (that Travis hates, also a long story). We were not sure we would make it to the other side. The first Valentine’s Day we were together we got stuck in the very same woods and his very same friend came to pull us out. (Different truck.) We made the best of it then. I would’ve now. It is nice to be out surrounded by nature. We were in a wildlife preserve in north Florida. I would have been lost in 2 seconds if I had come by myself! The getting to the spot is really my favorite part! We listen to all sorts of music, laughing and talking. (Guess what? That is just as much fun without alcohol!)
Once we get there, I am excited to catch these fish I have been hearing about. We set up our poles. We all have various types of bait; shrimp, worms, gizzards, and even biscuit dough. The water is brackish, so you never know. I have been spoiled in my short fishing life. I have almost always fished from a boat. I was lost. So I watched everyone else. They all set their poles up on y-shaped stick and walked away. A couple of people had been there earlier and said they had not gotten much action. That was a let down. I waited by my stick and rod for a while, but I could see that I was really waiting for much of nothing. When one person screamed out, “I gotta BYYYTE!” I waited with anticipation and immediate jealously. Not so much when she got it to the bank and it was an ugly little catfish the size of her palm. I guess you could say I am a fishing snob. A catfish is a very undesirable fish to me. We joke that you get negative points on the board when you catch one. after the tiny cat landed on the bank I was willing to walk away from my pole, but in the back of my mind I kept thinking that you just never know what could be on the end of that line!
Wyatt on the other hand was in heaven! He could not be still! He kept bringing us random sticks to throw. (He had lost his last bumper at the boat landing last weekend.) He was running through mud puddles and we did the best we could to keep him out of the water. I love watching him gallop through the brush. He looks like a deer. One day I will get a video of it! He did a great job not eating all the meat on the grill off of the camp fire! That was very impressive! He really does his best to obey and do the right thing. He loves to swim, so the fact that he wasn’t in the water the entire time was amazing in and of itself!
We had a great time with Travis’ childhood friend and in the beautiful outdoors God has created, even if we caught nothing. It is not always about the fish. That is the best part about outdoors sports, you didn’t lose anything if you didn’t get what your intended goal was! You spent the day outside in the open air surrounded by the glory of all that was created.