Princesses Don't Touch Slimy Fish

I'm a princess.  There is really no doubt about it.  Let's be honest, I'm qutie happy about my princess status.  I have a tiara proudly displayed in my office, and coworkers are well aware that I'm a princess.  My family doesn't even try to fight it.  I'm a princess. 

There are certain things princesses don't do...

• Princesses don't get dirty.
• Princesses don't go camping.
• Princesses don't get told, "No." (My principal learned that quickly...)
• Princesses don't have to do stupid chores (being a homeowner is a challenge for this one).
• Princesses don't get dirt under their fingernails.
• Princesses don't touch slimy things.
• Princesses don't go fishing.

Travis took issue with the last item on the list.  However, since I've known Travis I have had to do many thing princesses aren't supposed to do and it sort of makes my head explode.

Travis decided that my life wasn't complete because I have never been fishing.  That fact has never once made me feel sad or feel as though I am missing out on something.  I'm convinced that he felt he couldn't marry a girl who had never been fishing.  Therefore, last Saturday October 27th I found myself standing at a trout farm in Spring Lake holding a fishing pole.  The young lady helping us was probably about 15 years old and she instantly became my hero.  You should have seen the way she got that worm on the hook!  There was no way I was going to touch that thing.  She got our poles all ready to go and we walked toward the pond.  Travis taught me how to cast my line and we were off.  Guess who caught the first fish of the afternoon.... ME! 

As I somehow managed to pull my monster fish out of the pond it swung precariously from the end of my pole, "Now what do I do?!"  Travis' response, "What do you think you should do?"  "Oh right, I should just wait for you to take care of it."  So, my fish was just swinging through the air until Travis realized I really wasn't going to touch it and he set his pole down and came to my assistance.

Yep, that face sure explains the whole event.

That's my bobber in the process of catching a fish.

"Oh my gosh!  I got another one!  What do I do? What do I do?"

I caught that fish.  He may have swallowed the hook, and once again, there was no way I was going to touch it.

Apparently I am now marriage material.  I caught my 3 fish before Travis caught his 3.  I win!

See that big one?  Right there in the middle?  That was the biggest fish caught and he was caught by your's truly!

 

Once we decided 6 fish were enough the young lady fileted them for us.  I sat there watching her thinking, "Oh my goodness, I'm a murderer!"  I felt so badly as I watched the fish wriggle.  It also didn't help that I had Travis standing behind me whispering, "You caught those.  You're a murderer.  You did this.  You're a murderer."  Charming....

 

There ends the story of my first fishing adventure.  We caught 6 fish in the matter of 15 minutes.  My mom told me it was cheating to fish at a trout farm, but it's really the only way I would have survived it.  If I had to sit at a lake for hours only to catch a big fat nothing I would have turned into my princess self, "Are we done yet?  This is boring.  I'm ready to go home.  I'm bored."