Don't believe it?
Read on, oh ye of little faith.
The other day Sam really wanted to go fishing, so we all piled into Angelina and off we went.
Of course, when we got there Ozzy was asleep so I was stuck in the car to monitor him.
After a bit Oz woke up and we trotted down to be with the fam.
(I love this picture of him by the way.)
So, I finally got my hands on a pole.
I cast it out and Sam was shocked I knew how.
I then reeled it in... with a FISH!
He made some comment that he had no idea I was outdoorsy.
Um, hello. I grew up in the country. I spent a lot of time outdoors as a kid.
Just because I like to pee in a toilet as opposed to a crappy (literally) hold in the ground doesn't make me not outdoorsy. That just makes me smart too.
But. I digress.
That is a thinking man's fishing rod or something.
Oh no she didn't!
Oh yes, yes I did!
Incidentally, the camera got sand in it and while I got some more pictures out of it, that thing died. Super dead.
I love her stance here.
Think that girl took ballet for 8 years?
Boys are weird.
So, in the end I feel it was proven that I am awesome at fishing, even though Sam has never taken me ever ever ever.
Too bad he hadn't, we would have a freezer full of fish by now!
I had to stop gloating at this point because Sam was getting a little miffed. I tend to go a bit overboard with my rubbing things in. Whoops.
As long as someone else puts the worm on the hook. That part is icky.