Subourbon Mom

Fishing is too a Sport
July 13, 2014, 1:34 pm
Filed under: Middle Age, Parenting, Posts, Sports, Travel

Last summer I wrote a blog about fishing with my family, and my regrets over my sore-loser attitude. (see This year, we once again had our Annual Lake Trip Family Fishing Tournament. I was determined to have fun, and maybe convince one of our daughters to join us at 6:00am for the camaraderie and smack talking that is our fishing style–“that’s how we troll.” (It should be noted that this year, for the first time ever, my sister-in-law also went—and she is NOT a morning person—she didn’t catch anything, but she was a trooper. Thanks for the effort, SA!)


After two days of Hubby, Big Brother and myself coming back to the dock with buckets of fish, Daughter #1 agreed to go. The first day, she got up at 6:00 and came down to the boat, phone in hand, and promptly began taking sleepy selfies. We didn’t catch much that day, just a catfish and a little white bass, but she said she might do it again because she just had fun hanging out (how about that for fun family time, and only a little bit of phone use?).

The next time, she got up again at 6:00 and shuffled down to the dock, coffee that Hubby made her in one hand, cell phone welded to her other.

Take note:

  1. Hubby makes coffee for her, and he is the only person who can make it the right way, since they use very little coffee, with lots of creamer and sugar—it’s too sickening for me to even taste to get it right; and

2. Daughter #1 is clearly able to get up that early and be ready for action, just not on school days.


As we trolled along the points, the early sun shining above us, Big Brother made note of what he considered a slight personality change that occurs when I fish. Apparently, when I’m not catching anything, I’m somewhat unpleasant to be around, but when I do catch something, all is right with the world.


“The Gray Wiggle” (according to Daughter #2) catches another catfish…

When I argued the point, Daughter #1 said, “Mom, you think you’re not competitive, but you are. You even tell everybody how competitive me and dad are, and that you and Daughter #1 skipped that gene. But you’re just as bad.”

Big Brother laughed and said, “You’re right. She’s even competitive about being competitive.”

Okay, okay, you might be right.

But while you’re busy talking about how competitive I am, I’m going fishing. Nobody catches anything without throwing a line in.

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