So then - what for September?

Well, as said before I plan to learn the guitar.

And so,  I cut my finger nails short and began my lessons.  Wow, those strings are pretty tough on these sweet little fingers of mine!  LOL.  Yes, what a wimp - I know.  I have been practising my strumming and the finger exercises of playing the notes one at a time.

I continue to persist in my endeavours.  I doubt there shall come a time, when anyone will buy an album of mine, however, I believe there will come a time when I will be able to play at least one song fluently. 

Anything else???

Well, actually yes, there was. 

FISHING!

Fishing?  You did what?  You went fishing?

I do not go fishing.  If I had to catch a fish I would not know what to do with it.  BUT yes, I did go fishing in September.

My husband fishes and I certainly didn't think it would be something that I would or ever COULD do, so I thought I would put myself to the test and try it out.  You know - push the limits - that's what this year is all about.  THIS WOULD PUSH ME RIGHT TO THE LIMIT.

Now let's put things into order here.  I am a big old softly when it comes to animals (and plenty of other things tooo)  and yes, that does include the sweet little fishies out there, so holding a fishing rod in my hands is a pretty big deal.  The idea was to go fishing with my hubby, enjoy the "fishing experience" with him and NOT CATCH A SINGLE THING!!!

Unfortunately, I am way too lucky for that!   IN FACT, read on and find out just how lucky I am...

It certainly was unbelievably soothing - just as my hubby said.  Casting, reeling, casting, reeling.  The sun going down.  Fisher people standing in and along the shallow water of the broader waters flowing in from the Pacific Ocean.  Cast and reel, cast and reel.  No breeze, soft sand, warm sun.  Casting and reeling.  I loved the throw of the line and funnily enough felt excited to see salmon jumping just past my throws.

Without thinking I began to pull a little harder than normal, saw my line straighten, gently, almost seasoned in my reeling began to lean back and reel slower but firmer.  Then, my brain caught up and I realised what I was doing...

A FISH!  I CAUGHT A FISH!

I screamed, threw my rod into the air and ran away waving my hands in the air, like... well, like a most UN-seasoned fisherperson!

"Help!"  I screamed, "Help me, I caught a fish!"  (And, yes there were snickers of laughter from some fishermen along the beach...  However...)

I was delivered by one of my children running to catch the rod.  They began to reel in my poor trapped catch! 

What laughter when the fish appeared.  The MOST PERFECT FISH I could have ever caught for myself.

The fish was dearly departed.

A fisherman had previously caught the fish, cleaned it and thrown it back into the waters.  My hook had sunk and caught on one of the bones.  I reeled in a dead fish.  It was in no way going to suffer in my hands, it had already died at the hands of another.  But there on the end of my rod was a full fish.


YES, I WENT FISHING AND I CAUGHT A FISH!!!!