I caught a fish that was thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis long.
But I’ll get to that. All in all I had a really good time. Despite the first night. For some reason I was thinking "cabin", but what we had was not nearly that nice. We had a big cement slab with screened in walls. So, the floor wasn’t very comfortable. But that wasn’t the real problem. All I brought was a blanket and a sheet, and it was about 50 degrees that night. I froze, because I used the blanket for padding and the sheet for covers. Of course, the sheet I grabbed randomly out of the closet was one of those fitted sheets with the elastic around the edges, so I would wake up freezing throughout the night and find the sheet curled up around my feet. Way too cold. The next night we went to Super WalMart and I got a sleeping bag. MUCH better.
The fishing was not very...productive. Very few caught more than a fish or two. I caught one, about a three-pounder, so I was pleased with that.
Most of the time, however, was spent sitting around and talking theology. That was fun. Night time theology talk. Theology in the morning. Theology during the day. Lots of fun and fellowship, and good food. I really don’t like fishing a whole lot anyway, so this was definitely the best way to spend my time.
But, back to the daily grind.