Last Thursday, we spent the afternoon fishing down in Brooks. The boys each caught about three... and each caught one brem that was big enough to keep! We didn't quite getthrough to them that you don't walk in front of all the lines (Dad will attest to this... with a hook in the finger), but all in all there were no major injuries.
When all the worms were gone, Dad cleaned their fish for them, which I thought was a wonderful idea. It was such a good lesson... it is possible to catch/grow/prepare your own food. I was pretty amazed at how little they were affected by the cleaning. Asa said, "Look! The heads flop around when they get cut off!". That's a difference between a tom-boy and a boy-boy. I was all about worms, baited my own hook, took the fish off, etc. The line is drawn at the fish cleaning. No way would I sit and watch that... not without screaming about the injustice of it all and crying for the poor fishie (that I just hooked, caught, and threw in a bucket). I also found that another tomboy/boyboy line is found in insect hunting. I am all about catching bugs... or so I thought. I guess boys consider grubs to be in the bug category. Asa had to get a lesson about how sometimes, girls don't want to hold bugs... especially grubs.
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