This past week was one of Kyle's vacation weeks, so naturally, I found myself fishing more than necessary. If you know anything at all about my husband, it's that he is obsessed with fishing (and hunting.) There's a reason he had trouble deciding careers between a professional fishing guide and a doctor, no joke.
We made a four hour drive up to the Manistee River to do some river fishing for the salmon. I adequately can't explain Kyle's excitement about this trip. I am not that crazy about sitting in a boat all day holding a pole, but I will admit it ended up being much more adventurous than I thought it would be. I only broke out the magazines once. No cameras were allowed, so I had to rely on my trusty iphone to capture the entire day.
The Crew (aka, My Dad, myself, Huby and Andy)
We started the morning at 4:30 am, so by the time we hit the water, we got to enjoy the sun rising.
After hearing Kyle's stories about ALL those salmon in the river (he had already fished this river earlier in the week!), I set a goal for us: We had to catch as many fish as the hours we spent in the car. Well, we didn't catch 8 fish, but we hooked 7, caught 2. I deemed that a successful trip.
And guess who caught the first one?!!
Then, Andy caught one too! (and made it look way too easy)