This fishing story begins with a container of worms. My mom warned me that since it has been so dry where I live, it might be hard to find worms for bait. So, I was smart, and bought some at a gas station.
However, I did not know much about my purchase. I opened the container to look at them and they were HUGE. GINORMOUS. GARGANTUAN. And I had to touch them. And they moved, A LOT. Have a look.
Evidently, Canadian Nightcrawlers are known for being big worms. No one told me that. Oh, except for Wikipedia, which is where I found this out.
Normally I have my mom put the worm on my hook (I know, I’m a baby), but she wasn’t going to be there. So, not only did I have to put the worm on everyone’s hook, but I also had to tear the worms in thirds just so they would fit on the hook. Gross.
Did you see the tag line on the container? It says “Our worms catch fish or die trying.” Those Canadians, they’re funny aren’t they?
Here’s my one nephew (I have two), airing out his arm pits. Actually, he was probably waiting for me to get his fishing rod ready and wishing that I would stop taking so many photos.
This is the pond where we went fishing.
This is my other nephew.
Above, he’s still wishing I wouldn’t take so many photos.
This guy was the only one to catch anything. This was his first fish.
We dropped this fish a bunch of times before it made its way back in the water. Slippery little bugger.
Still wishing I wouldn’t take so many photos.
Here’s fish #2. We almost didn’t think he had a fish because we couldn’t see it through all the algae.
We didn’t drop this one at all. Aren’t you proud? We got better with practice.
My nephew caught one more fish (3 total), but he was tired of getting his picture taken, so I can’t show you that one.
// photos by Alyse Moyer //