So it's probably no surprise to any of you that I'm not exactly outdoorsy. I mean, I'm REALLY not outdoorsy. I sit inside on hot days, watch snow fall from my couch, and don't like any animal that isn't fluffy and/or cuddly... which pretty much limits me to cats and dogs, but mostly cats.
Anyway, back to my story…
Ryan (the boyfriend) likes to go hunting. And by hunting, I mean for everything. Turkey, deer, geese, ducks... ducks are the worst, those stupid calls are so annoying... I mean, why would anyone feel the need to sound like a duck? Please, do tell.
There has been more than one occasion of not knowing what it was exactly that I was eating. But, the greatest is walking outside and seeing a dead turkey lying on the top of the trash can; it's definitely a little frightening, especially when I like my turkey a little more cooked and served on a plate with mashed potatoes. I mean, I don't even like to sit in wet grass. I'm serious. It's like reservoir for disgustingly huge bugs, something I'm not good with.
But last week I experienced outdoors. Well, kind of. I went fishing; pretty outdoorsy if you ask me. I haven't really gone fishing since I was little and would spend the weekend with my grandparents camping, but I figured it would be the same. Except for the fact I didn't have my pink fishing pole and my super cool Barbie sunglasses.
Anyway, I got my fishing license (which totally blew my mind knowing that I actually had to have a license to go fishing, like really?) and we headed to Shreve Lake. I must admit, I was actually pretty excited. It was a very relaxing way to end my weekend full of making pizza (just a little tidbit in case you didn't know, I work at East of Chicago).
When we got there, we had to walk through what seemed to be a mile of tall grass (which I wasn't too fond of, but oh well, I was getting outdoorsy) and we took seat. After realizing that there was no way I was actually going to pick up a live worm and squish it's brains out onto a hook, I had Ryan help me, and I was fishing on my merry way.
After a few hours of me catching five fish (very tiny and probably unacceptable to almost every other fisher in the world, but pretty decent for my outdoorsy satisfaction) and Ryan catching none, I was ready to go get some ice cream and sleep.
We didn't keep any of my tiny fish, although I did feel bad for killing a couple. I even took a really awesome picture of me and my little fishy, like all those cool kids do when they catch a really awesome fish, but I definitely was not touching it, that's for sure. (It's my profile picture on Facebook, just in case any of you were interested in seeing it.)
After stopping at Shreve Dairy Bar and getting some soft serve, I was ready for a nap, I guess all that outdoorsy-ness I was obtaining really did me in. The whole day, including my really not-so-awesome sunglasses tan line, was so much fun. It's safe to say, I'm ready for summer and possibly some more fishing. Maybe next time, my fish will be worthy enough to take home, but we'll just have to wait and see.
Published: May 10, 2012