urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bradwardynUmm... are we there yet?101 ways to make toilet water palatablebradwardyn2007-01-05T04:16:03Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bradwardyn:1262Dang Trout2007-01-05T04:16:03Z2007-01-05T04:16:03ZOk, so of COURSE my first real entry gets to be about winter sports. Oh yah that is SO me, eh? For me winter sports is like sex and hot rum toddies.<br /><br />Well, some of you know that I was getting into fishing this summer... river, trolling on a lake (ooo boats), jigging... mostly chasing lake stocked trout. I was sadly disturbed by how much I enjoyed it, not to mention the perfectionistic attitude I adopted towards gutting fish properly.<br /><br />Boyd, a coworker of Sean's, helped us shop and took us out with his son, David. Now David is a ruddy trout fishing machine. We'd caught about 20 fish from Carson Lake, 12 keepers, David with 14, myself with 5, and Boyd with one huge one. Sean, oh so sad... caught none. The look of immense concentration on his face by the end of it was thrilling to behold. He was a damn good sport though, considering we'd bought, or should I say HE bought, $300 worth of gear, including my gear, which he gave me as a present for no reason. Love Love Love. I'd also lost a huge Jack fish that I'd had up on the beach at the river... sadly the one that gets away truly IS huge compared to other fish you catch.<br /><br />Well as for today... Albertans are truly hardy people, unlike my own coastal ass. We went ice fishing. On ice. Like with valuable vehicles out on the ice. I walked out the first time. Second time I was in the car, with my seat belt off , doors unlocked and the windows down ready to leap to shore if we were going down. sigh... I am sad I know.<br /><br />We'd bought another $120 in gear.. or should I repeat myself here.. Sean seems to be determined to be the provider of gear if he can't be the provider of the actual fish.<br /><br />Lucky me, we went to Goose lake and wooo I caught a big Jack/Pike. The others.. nada. By the end we went to Carson lake where David the machine caught 3 trout, which they gave us... being sick of fish themselves. <br /><br />Well needless to say my boots are crap, my gloves are crap, and my jacket with a million dollar sweater from Ireland under it is fantastic. I froze my rear off, and was masively cold for a large part of the day. I also was trying to hide my "Man where is the wax" ubber mustache I'd neglected to remove. I mean, Sean is allowed to grow he's facial hair while on vacation but for me it was a bit much.<br /><br />So me mighty fish hunter, unga bunga... with candid shots of my gutting glory gleefully taking by my old man who fed me a rum and made me supper. <br /><br />This cheezy rural moment brought to you by the makers of... Trout Taters, anise flavored trout marshmallow bits... for that skunky fish in your romantic future.