(quote) Eric-929127 said: So I'm trying this again. Knee deep in Lent. Looking forward to spring and the opening fishing season. Just curious. About how Catholic girls feel about camping and fishing.
It was good enough for my Mom I guess. Dad took her on fishing trips along with us kids. Some how that all got wrapped up in my head as a big part of what marriage is.
Though I guess everyone is different. Since the separation of the classes it seems a lot of people are more jet set. At very least they see a vacation as going on a cruise ship. Then came the separation of the classLESS which hasn't been any better. But I don't want to talk about politics.
Let's just say I still prefer to fish and camp. That's why this is so important. If I stay here this time will I find partners to fish? I wonder if for Catholic women that might push the limits. Going on a trip with someone you just met on the Internet.
Nothing serious. Have fun with this. Answer the question...
...or just tell a story about a fishing trip. Help me and others maybe warm up a bit. Cause as I look out the window it still looks as winter as it gets.
If you dislike fish (or to fish) then this is also your chance to vent if you wish.
Fish haters welcome! Summer lovers wanted!! So long to winter!!!
I have to say that I neither like nor dislike either camping or fishing. I do not eat fish. I think it's because my mother hated fish so she never made it, therefore I never developed a taste for it. However, I did fish when I was a kid. We lived on a lake in NJ. There were lots of what I called "sunny fish" but maybe they were "Blue Gills?" Anyway, I used Wonder Bread smooshed into a ball on a hook to catch them. However, I would not, and still will not, touch a worm or take the hook out. But in general, I don't like any creepy, crawly, slimy things. As for camping, my parents traveled all over the US and through most provinces of Canada while I was growing up, and we camped everywhere. This was back in the 70's when tents were just changing from canvas to nylon but the seams weren't sealed very well. I just remember getting wet a lot while sleeping because it would rain, or I'd touch the side of the tent, and the dew would seep in. Bleh. I promised myself I would never camp again once I left the house.
Having said that, I know that camping tents and cots have come a long way (hey, I am nearly 50 yrs old, so don't ever ask me to sleep on the ground again). I now have three boys that are very involved in scouting and my husband is deceased. Sooooo, I think I am going to have to dust off my camping skills. I actually do love the smell of a campfire. I love the quiet of the mornings when there are just hushed voices, the sound of nature awakening, and the smell of fires lighting to get that first cup of coffee brewing. I love sitting by a campfire at night, making s'mores, singing, telling stories, or just looking up at the night sky. One of my most fondest memories of camping? The year I turned 16 and my parents said I could take the canoe out on to Lake George by myself. I remember that first time, waking up at dawn, getting dressed, dragging the canoe into the water and paddling away from the shore. I just sat there in the stillness of the water (most people with motorboats weren't up yet), listening to all the early morning sounds, watching smoke rising from newly lit fires, and feeling such peace and calm.
My goodness! Thank you for awakening such great memories!!!