My husband comes from a long line of mighty hunters that, for the most part, gave birth to a long line of girls. They joke about teaching our daughters to hunt. Some of my sister-in-laws are just fine with it and have, in fact, even hunted themselves.
Me? I've long said..."over my dead body." I could make up all kinds of great-sounding reasonable excuses why, but the fact of the matter is that I just don't want my daughters to be the blood-thirsty killers who know how to field dress a deer or call in a turkey. OK...I'll just say it...it's just not very, um...ladylike or feminine. I'm not saying I'm right, it's just how I feel.
But, fishing....hmmmm...now there's a gray area for me, I guess. It's not as bloody as hunting mammals, but I could never do it. I tried going with a boyfriend when I was a teenager and couldn't stand to watch the poor worm wiggle and wriggle after being speared in the side (ditto for the fish with the metal hook ripping through it's upper lip).
When my husband said he was going to take the girls, 4 & 6, fishing this year, I didn't object. I mean...you gotta let kids decide for themselves what they do & don't want to do, right?
So, Sunday, all the mighty hunter men gathered up their girly girls (and the one little guy) and took them fishing for the afternoon.
I have to admit I thought it was a win-win-win.
The boys had some "guy time" drinking beer and standing around in nature all while spending "quality time" with the kids and giving their wives the afternoon off (and...any mom knows that is a coveted thing).
So, now I'm re-thinking the hunting thing. I mean...hey.. what do I care if the girls want to kill wildlife if it means I get an afternoon to myself?
The lone fisher boy
Oh....and...no my girls didn't catch anything. Actually..he said Kelly spent most of the time in the truck gabbing with her cousins. Only the little one, Lauren, was actually interested in fishing. And...if you ask her, she'll tell you she caught a fish and it was a big one. Dan says she's telling fish tales.
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I caught my first fish when I was 5 or 6.
My older cousins had been out all day and hadn't caught anything. I saw them and wanted to join, so they took a stick and tied some fishing line to it, tied on a hook, and wormed me up! They were so ticked when my mock fishing pole caught a fish and they had been outside all day and didn't catch a thing! We have pictures somewhere.
I've always enjoyed fishing... as long as someone will unhook the fish for me and throw it back! Poor things, traumatized by me all their lives.
Hunting is a totally different story. The deer and turkey in my back yard are too pretty to kill... 'Course, tell that to Turkey Tom on the Thanksgiving table. Bummer for him.
Posted by Michelle F. | April 29, 2008 4:12 PM
Posted on April 29, 2008 16:12