Gone Fishing

So today I showed up at my school bright and early. The teacher looks at me and says, "Today, fishing okay?" I didn't really know how to respond, so I just said, "Uhh okay." I wasn't quite sure what I was getting myself into. They asked if I had a change of clothes with me (I didn't and I was wearing my new track suit) and waders and a pole. I told them no, and then there was lots of chatting going on in the office, someone ran out, and came back with some rain boots.

And off we went...across a harvested corn field and through a crazy forest of skinny trees that kept whacking us in the face with their branches.

And we magically appeared here...

Everyone got their poles set up (aka fishing pole rod with fishing line tied to the end with a tiny weight and hook) and jumped right into the river for a couple hours of fishing.

My student decided it was a good idea to document me attempting to fish. And we trudged through the "shallow" parts of the river that were deeper than the boots they gave me. Needless to say my socks were a little wet and my toes were a little numb.

I don't think I've been fishing in a river before. It was pretty relaxing. Even though I couldn't feel my toes for about 4 hours and I didn't catch anything, it was relaxing to just be outside--breathing fresh air, listening to the river, feeling the frigid breeze mixed with perfect sunshine. I think if someone asks me to go fishing again, I'll probably say yes...as long as I remember to bring my waders!