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Recently we have not been terrific about getting up early. And because the Employee Dining Hall closes for breakfast at 8:30 this means we have been missing breakfast. This isn't much of a problem but it means we have a weird window between 9:30 when we usually wake up and 10:45 when lunch service starts. Today we thought "Oh well" and went and got something to eat from the general store. I purchased a yogurt cup and a granola bar to crunch up into it, and Oliver got a can of tuna. Both of us agreed we would not have liked to eat the other's choice.
Then we headed to the Nez Perce creek to fish. Now I will preface this by saying I do not fish. The last time I remember fishing I was probably eight and was using a Disney princess fishing rod with a button that released the line. But today I had decided that I was going to fish. We hiked in a way on the trail that follows the Nez Perce until we arrived at a place where the creek crossed into a meadow. Oliver set up our rods, he was fly fishing, and I was just fishing. I'll be honest I had no idea what I was doing. Oliver walked ahead of me casting his line beautifully. Mine just slumped into the water. After a while, I began to notice how many flies were swarming around and biting me. So as I tried to fish and failed I was being eaten alive by flies. Then Oliver came back over and showed me a spot he thought was going to be perfect for trout. I asked him to show me how he cast once and told him "I am definitely doing something wrong.'' So he did. On his very first cast, he caught a brook trout about a foot long. Maybe longer. Clearly, I was doing something wrong. After the catch was photographed and released Oliver watched me cast once and immediately noticed that I wasn't holding the line with my finger before I released it. After that was fixed I started to enjoy fishing much more. About 20 minutes later Oliver had headed upstream and I was at a bend in the creek when I felt a bite and had caught one. I yelled at him for about a minute before he heard me and came back over. The hook was stuck pretty deep in the little guy and it took Oliver a good deal of finagling to get out. By then the trout was looking rough so he let it slip away without any more to do. So we did not get a photo. But I would say that was pretty successful, or who knows maybe just beginner's luck.
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