This afternoon, my husband and I headed to a nearby state park for a hike and were thrilled to find a beautiful trail that meandered along the bank of a river.
About 15 minutes into our stroll, Mr. Handsome (a fishing enthusiast) spotted a fellow fisherman and struck up a conversation.
The man turned out to be quite friendly and talkative. He had a second pole and offered it to my husband. That was when I knew our hike was over. Thankfully, the view off the pier was so beautiful that I didn’t mind.
Mr. Handsome took a few dozen casts without any success and asked if I wanted to give it a try.
“Mark my words, I’m going to get a fish on my first cast,” I announced (not all that seriously). My husband chuckled. But lo and behold, less than a minute later, I was reeling in a medium-sized crappie. Mr. Handsome was impressed, although he joked that it was just beginner’s luck.
The sun was setting quickly, and by the time we made it back to our car, it was completely dark and about 45 degrees, but the delicious fried fish that we enjoyed for dinner was well worth it! (I know it’s not the healthiest thing in the world, but it’s what we were both craving.)