Begins with a boat, well - a canoe actually.
"HEY!" I joked, after not catching about twenty fish in a row, "I'm getting better. I can gauge the size of the WEED I have on!" "Heh" Jer managed, "better take a picture of it then." So I did.
$14 fish number one
And $14 fish number too, where, because I am suave like fisherwoman, I managed to catch the net too!
The Tale of A Beer and a Benedryl
Well, I didn't actually take a picture of either (Ironically it was a Bass Ale) so here's a representative shot of the Shiraz that hides in the back of my pantry for what I like to call, 'executive decision emergency' nights.
Oh, and while I was self medicating the rest of the crew was oogling over their fish:
No, I did not take drastic measures because of my fish tally! I told you it would make more sense if you read the story!
So that leaves...
The Tale of the Blessing Way
Which, because of the tone of this post and the time I will defer for yet another day. But I think the picture says just about all you need to know. We were six connected, in-tune, red-tent sisters by the end. It was just about perfect.