This past weekend we went up to the Boundary Waters and stayed at a cabin on Moose Lake. While there, we spent a day fishing. We met our fishing guide, Sue, at the dock at 8am and didn't return until nearly 7pm. This was a first for me and prior to our departure, I wasn't a bit nervous. I knew that I would be able to sit in a rocking boat for several hours and walk into the woods to use the latrine.
When we headed to shore for lunch (our guide brought a shore lunch), she asked me to jump out of the boat and hold it just enough so it wouldn't float away. I have to admit, I wasn't sure if I would be able to do it and my sister-in-law, Emily, offered to do it for me. Even though I was uncertain of my abilities, I had to try and I knew that there was a good chance I would fall into the shallow water in the process.
As soon as I got to the front of the boat and we were inches from shore, I put my right leg on land and quicly said, "I'm glad I've got long legs!" And that's when I just about did the splits over the water. I had one leg planted on the ground and the other still in the boat. I was able to get both legs on land without falling in the lake. I was proud that I attempted this task, but after lunch I asked Steve for help getting back into the boat. I wasn't about to press my luck and wanted to stay dry the rest of the afternoon
I really enjoyed spending the day fishing, talking with Emily and getting to know Sue, all while watching the great view God had created. I must add, that I caught nine fish. Not bad for a rookey. Of course, I couldn't have done it without the help of Sue.