Did that just happen?!?!?

This is where I spent Saturday. On the beautiful Chipola River. I may be a little biased, being a Calhoun County girl and all, but the Chipola is the prettiest river to me. These pictures were taken down the river at a slough known as Cotton Lake.  

It was a gorgeous day and it felt great to be out on the river enjoying all the surrounding beauty. It was also great because I got to spend the day with one of my most favorite people in the world, my brother Brad. He is super good to me and I sort of planned his day for him. I basically let him know on Friday that he was taking me fishing, whether he knew it or not! But he was a good sport and took his baby sister out on the river.

He got a little annoyed at all my picture taking. Since he was my only subject, he got the brunt of everything. I took a lot of really close up shots, but I doubt he will appreciate me posting those. Above is proof that he actually caught a fish. I caught the majority of the fish. And that was only because I had the best rod and reel available on the market today. Only a few lucky people are allowed to own such a special fishing pole.

Ok, so I got bored and decided to fish with my nephew's fishing pole. But I have to say, Spiderman didn't disappoint! And please excuse the mess that is me. No makeup, didn't fix my hair. It was obviously skank it up day. I was looking beautiful, let me tell ya! Ha Ha!

I have a few action shots of me trying to get this dumb fish off the hook. Spiderman didn't want to release his victim!

Finally! Success! It was a fairly uneventful day. We saw a few folks on the river that we knew and waved to, but nothing too exciting. That is until it was almost time to go home. We weren't having any luck with crickets or worms, so we broke out the Bitsy Minnow lures. Everything was going smoothly until I decided to get hung up and yank the line up. I got the lure unhooked from the limb, however I caught something much bigger.

Yep. I caught myself with a treble hook. Talk about hurting. But that's not the best part of the story. I am such a baby when it comes to hurting myself. I will pass out from a simple paper cut if I think about it enough. So of course, after this all happened and I realized that it wasn't going to simply just come out, I started to get worked up. I told Brad as I was trying to get to the side of the boat to lean out, "I'm about to throw up or pass out one." Turns out, I passed out. Yes, I passed out and proceeded to hit my forehead on the side of the boat. Needless to say, I had quite the goose-egg and my head is still sore even today! Leave it to me to do something so stupid. After I woke up and found my brother still fishing, guess he was just waiting for me to finally come to, I made him pack it up and take me home. Of course, I begged him to take me to the hospital, because I just knew it was that bad. (I can be a little dramatic, ok?) He assured me that he could get it out. Of course, I had to push the hook all the way through my skin, so that the barb could be cut off. That was fun, let me tell you. We finally got home and Brad was able to cut the hook out with a pair of guitar string pliers. So, that crisis was then over. But I do now have a nice souvenir that Brad made me.

My little lure is now attached to my key chain to remind me of that traumatic episode!

Even if I had a little accident, it was still great to be at home for the weekend. It's always nice to be reminded who you are and where you come from. It's always nice to go home!