The one that got away.

Tonight we ventured over to do a little fishing. Eric & Charity joined us, too. There were tons of big fish circling by the dock and eating the leftover bread we threw to the ducks. We cast out the line and sure enough, Scott caught a fish. He started to reel it in, and we quickly realized the $15 fishing pole from Target was no match for the fish. He eventually was able to reel the fish in to the dock where we were standing. Okay, this is no lie ... it was probably 18 inches long. Half-joking/half-serious Scott said to Jami, "Well, are you going to get it?" As she stepped forward to attempt to wrangle this flopping carp, the fish was flailing around so much it broke the line and off it swam with a hook and a bright green gummy fishing worm in its mouth. While we were all a little devastated that the Big One got away, we were a bit relieved too that no one had to deal with wrestling the hook out of its mouth ... though it's too bad the fish is now swimming around with a new piercing thanks to us. So after many fishing excursions, we succeeded in catching our first fish (well, sort of)!