Fishin'

Well, yesterday I went on my first fishin' trip of the year. A great day all in all. Chris and I headed out at the butt crack of nine and Jim came out at about one thirty. They did however tease me about my fishin' hat... Chris named it "Shakira". The fish were not jumping in the boat but we brought home four nice trout. (troutacos with salsa verde will probably arrive tonight) Chris, the poor bastard, fell in when we were pulling the boat out. I however, only got ripped by one hook and broke one of my poles. Still it is better than a day at work. Good thing I had a spare.