Other Pictures Because I Can

Duke, like the rest of us, after the holidays. Super fat, super tired.

The BEST Christmas pajamas ever. Okay, you can do anything in these. Run, jump, flip, play games, bake, ice skate (haven't tried ice skating yet).

Okay, so I know this picture makes you want a pair for sure. Built in butt flap? I know you're sold. They are called "Lazy Ones" you should probably buy one (or 10).

Early morning on Laurel Lake! Beautiful!

Pulling up a perch. Honestly, I just want a damn trout or salmon okay perch, go away.

Heyoooo pickle (I know it's actually a pickerel, but I call them pickles- why? Because I love the "I've got a pickle" song from Little Rascals and like to sing it when I catch one. I would say don't judge me, but if you've been reading this, you know I'm a unique person already)

Wait, Molly and Scott dress up? Rarely, but yes. Aren't we just so dang cute?

Why Are there Underwear on his Tip- Ups?

Last years tiger trout! This years were definitely not as pretty colored!

 So after our rainbow trout tragedy, obviously dad and I had to get back out on the ice. It was a Friday afternoon and POURING rain. Obviously, pouring rain isn't going to stop us. We figured hey, drill our holes right near the parking lot and sit in the truck and wait for flags. I know, lazy way out, but better than getting drenched (obviously, I did that enough hunting this season!) Total diversion, the dog is sleeping next to me and he's twitching like crazy. Anyways, so we get there around 4 in the afternoon, only an hour to fish but whatever, enough for us! So there was one other poor bastard on the ice fishing near the parking lot, but he was sitting out in the rain. Crazy man! So dad and I were sliding all over the place. Ice + water= fall and break your back. So we drilled our 10 holes and started walking towards the truck, but bang bang! 2 flags up. I lost whatever I had, but dad had a tiger trout chasing around his shiner. When we are trout and salmon fishing, we set our shiners right under the ice. When we are fishing for other stuff, perch, pickerel, crappie, etc., we set about 2 feet off the bottom. We usually do a good variety of right under the ice and far down just to have the best chance of catching anything! People go to Laurel Lake for the day and set only for trout and salmon, and I've witnessed people not even having a flag, ALL DAY! Talk about boorrinnnggg.. [Dog is now snoring and twitching]. So since our set was right under the ice, we could watch this tiger trout striking and playing with this shiner. Dad's philosophy is that trout and salmon hit the shiner head on, so we set our hooks ahead of the dorsal fin. Sure enough, when the tiger trout was done playing, he slammed the shiner head on and we hooked him up. He was a little stockie, so we let him back but I LOVE the markings on tiger trout. I caught one beauty (picture) last year! Anyways, so we let that tiger trout go, and another flag went up. I pulled up a beautiful brown trout (tried to get a picture with him, but my parents don't know how to operate cameras: seriously). Then the tiger trout hole flag went up again and I pulled up another tiger trout (picture attempt (FAIL) below haha). At this point, we notice the other guy glaring at us. He's walking towards us to one of his tip-ups so my dad decides to walk towards him to see how he's been doing. My dad gets 3/4 the way to this guy and the guy turns around and walks away. Um, dad got the SHUT DOWN! I was cracking up hysterically. Obviously, this man was very pissed with us. At this time, dad and I obviously have to start picking this dude apart. Seriously, sass move! First problem: his tip-ups. They looked like little jigging rods attached to a stand. Um, people, I know technology has advanced, but what is wrong with traditional tip-ups? They are cheap, efficient, easy to use, and you can see everything beneath the hole using them! Oh, easy to repair too. Duct tape, anyone? While we are examining these fancy spancy tip ups, we got another hit and my dad pulled up a nice rainbow trout! We caught and released all the fish, we just wanted to do a little fishing! So after the rainbow we were like okay seriously fish, stop hitting we are getting soaked. No kneeling to pull in fish, just squatting, and after doing P90X legs, um holy tolito I was not feeling the squats! So we went in the truck to dry off and my mom's sitting in there she goes "That guy is NOT happy with you two!" The guy was packing up his stuff at this time, clearly um pissed! So when he's pulling up his probably $50 fancy tip ups, my dad goes "what the hell are those?" Mom goes "hm, they look like Christmas tree skirts" Dad goes, full out ranting "God, people these days, got their fandangled fancy ass fishing gear with underwear on it. Who wants fishing gear with underwear? Oh, I've gotta put the skibbies on my tip-up before it gets fishing!! How the hell is he going to see if the line is moving? Whats that little rod for? A midget!?" We gave the angry man a friendly wave as he left, and he returned it with a pretty scary glare. I swear, we are lucky we didn't get any more flags when he was there, or he would have probably grabbed his auger, threw it on the ice and yelled "HORSESHIT!" and stomped around, and with the stomping probably would have fell on his already soaking wet ass. So, after grumpy gills left, we cleaned up our tip ups and I got kind of stuck on the ice. We needed to walk up an icy hill to get to the truck, but dummy forgot her ice picks yet again. I got halfway up the hill and did the duck flap like pleaseee let me get up the hill. Noope, slid back down. Same thing happened again, but more flapping, and my dad decided to help my pathetic ass self. Anyone feel bad for my dad and boyfriend yet? The stuff they have to deal with, I swear they are saints.

Why is this picture upside down? I don't know you tell me. Anyways, that's a rainbow coming out of the hole!

Nice tiger trout I've got, can't you see it? The trout decided that posing for 5 minutes was not it's deal since ya know my parents cannot operate cameras. I always look so attractive when fish are diving out of my hands- hot [mess]

I should be saying "my preciousssssssss" and take a bite out of the trout. Seriously, need to kneel. Squatting= badonkadonk bigger than Fuzzy's!

Oh Boy, We've Got Another Case of the "Daddy, HELP's"

So I haven't blogged in a while. Why? Because I'm a sporadic blogger. I remember "oh, I should write in my blog" and then oh, I don't. So here's the catch up. Hunting season was, well a typical season for me minus ya know breaking my ankle. See that beautiful beast to your left there? Yeah him. Well, I'm sitting in a good hunting spot in Richmond, MA. My dad and his buddy Dennis are like "oh, we are going to do a push for you like you should see a deer and ya know be able to shoot it". Good, awesome. It was a nice day um I didn't even have to wear my 30 pound wool coat (WIN!). So I'm sitting on my rock in the woods waiting for um something so I figured ya know why not use my deer call make some buck noises, maybe I'll piss off some pig (like the one of the left). So I make a few good buck grunts and sit back. Then I hear gobbling I'm like oh, stupid ass turkeys them BOOM. Buck was heading right for me, but Dennis was waiting to push for me that hey the sucker walked right into him. Dressed out at 146. Whatthehell! So I shot a tree to make myself feel better, then had to reload the goddamn muzzleloader after, which sucked (especially because I got tree bark stuck in the rod thing and then had to sit down with my knife and dig the stupid bark out- this girl is a disaster). Anyways, so Scott came home to visit for Christmas and hey! His little brother went outside for like, 5 minutes and shot a deer (kids 12). Scott said he had a lucky horseshoe up his ass. Well taking a kid with a lucky horseshoe up his ass hunting is better than a rabbits foot, eating copious amounts of cookies, and all the shit. So, Nate and Scott come up to hunt. Which, obviously, was a fail. Nate's feet got sore within like an hour. My dad and I kept on truckin further into the woods. The wind was howling and trees were falling all over- I know, safe. We had a doe and buck permit so if it was brown, it was down. So, we jump 4 deer. I've got a good gun, and a scope, and all that but I was so frickin flustered with all the deer running that I didn't even know what to do other than freak out in my head and not even shoot like a dumbass. After that, it snowed pretty heavy and honestly, I was just too lazy to go walking in 16 inches of snow- can you blame me? So, another year without a deer. Fail. So that was the close of 2012, bringing on 2013. Scott headed back to Alaska (boo) and I decided to do something I'm actually good at- ice fishing. Dad and I lasted 4 days into the new year before we had to get out on the ice. We set our 10 tip ups, and had constant action on Laurel Lake in Lee, MA all morning. Crappies, perch, pickerel, bass, everything. So, one flag goes up right. I slide over to it (because my dumbass forgot the ice pick things that go on your boots- okay almost took about 15 diggers) I hook the fish and it's fighting just like a perch so I'm like oh got another perch on cool. Well, then I saw the fish, and basically needed some huggies. It was a rainbow trout, but like, not the normal rainbow trout I see. This rainbow was the size of the pacific salmon I was catching in Alaska, at least 5 pounds and well over 20 inches. All I saw was the huge side and the rainbow coloring. I was like holy shit. "DADDY, DADDY, DADDY, HELLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!". It's funny how people resort to acting like babies in serious moments. Like, this was a serious moment in my life and I'm wailing like a 3 year old at the playground whose got his underwear caught in the swingset (yes, it happened to me). So my dads like "umm, yeah?" DADDY, GET OVER HERE QUICK, HELLLLP!!!!. Dad gets to the hole and I swear his eyes almost popped out of his head. This rainbow was thrashing like crazy near the hole. He saw the light and obviously did not want to be mounted on my wall for the rest of his life. I got his head as far out of the hole as I could and the (STUPID) circle hook popped right out. Dad went flying into the hole, grabbing for the rainbow, but obviously, it was slippery and smart. We didn't see another trout for the rest of the day. Why? Because papa trout went back down there and said "Guys, guys! You know how they tell you in church when you're about to die you see the light? I SAW IT! But it wasn't nice, there was this girl with a pretty deformed screaming some word that sounded like duck, and a weird red haired dude who looked kind of like santa grabbing me in the face. Seriously, if you want an easy way out, just eat a stick or two, but don't go towards the light!" Seriously, if this fishing season is going to be the season of the crappie, I'm gunna snap.

Dad with a nice largemouth!

First flag of 2013!

Crappie, my first fish of 2013. Though you are tasty mr. crappie, I'm a trout and salmon kinda gal.

Okay even though I missed the trout of my LIFE, we had a pretty tasty fish fry when we got home.