I don't fish and I don't hunt and I don't really like being around people who do. But sadly my own dearest brother has taken up fishing and has been continually asking me if I want to join him out on the boat while he fishes. "It's so pretty out on the lake! It's like The Notebook!" he says. "YOU ARE KILLING FISH," I yell. But then he explains to me that he lets them go after he catches them and they don't have pain sensors in their cheeks so they can't even feel the hooks. So I am going to trust him on that one.
Last night he invited Ian and I out on the boat to join him where he fishes in our neighborhood. I agreed because I just got a new hat and I wanted to wear it in a proper setting. So out we went, and ooookaaaaaay Curtis, it was beautiful. I got to sit at the front which made me both the coxswain and the anchor-master. (I decided on the terminology here.) We watched the sun go down out on the lake and the water was so calm and beautiful. Just like The Notebook. (Where was Ryan Gosling, then, I wonder.) Curtis didn't catch any fish so yay I didn't have to watch any of them thrash around looking for water. Instead we just rowed around and watched the clouds and it was lovely. Please enjoy photos of the outfit that warranted Ian to call me Crocodile Dundee, and a beautiful sunset mirrored in a very glassy lake.