The normal Saturday morning routine at chez trek includes attempting to sleep as long as possible before Neatnik sproings out of bed. Have I ever mentioned that the Neatnik is what one might call a morning person? No? I guess I was trying to protect you, then. As you probably have already figured out, Number Guy and I are not morning people.
Some people would say that you can become a morning person if you put your mind to it and simply engage in masochistic morning rituals designed to induce wakefulness in a corpse.
Ahem. Sorry. My night owl bias is showing. Let me try that again.
You, too, can become a morning person if you follow a few simple steps.
Oh. Sorry again. I seem to have accidentally channeled Billy Mays. I truly and deeply apologize: I am convinced that his sales pitches were the reason for the invention of the mute button on television remotes.
Where was I? Oh, yes, Number Guy and I like to sneak in a few extra Zs come Saturday mornings. Today, however, that was not going to be the case as we had a surprise scheduled for the Neatnik this morning: a Fishing Derby.
Number Guy borrowed a child-sized pole from a guy at work whose kids have all grown up. I bought a package of hooks at the sporting goods shop yesterday and the town supplied 
Clicky to embiggen the earthworm. Or not.
Of course, that is Number Guy's arm in the picture. I don't touch worms and, besides, my arm isn't that hairy.
Neatnik and I landed a 6.6 ounce catfish but in the excitement of the catch and bringing it over to the weighing station, I forgot all about taking a picture of it. Trust me, if I were going to lie about the fish we caught, I certainly wouldn't own up to a 6 ounce specimen: mine would have been a 3½-pounder. Like the one the next kid dragged up to the scales.That was the one fish of the day for the trek family.
We saw a number of people pulling in fish and several that got away, including an inexplicable eel. A couple of kids down a bit from us raised a ruckus when they snared a turtle in their net. All in all, an amusing two hours.
At the end of the derby, there was a little awards ceremony. Neatnik was a little bit disappointed that she didn't get a trophy.
The awards were followed by the "door prizes". Neatnik waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that one of those shiny new fishing rods with the slick, sporty reels would be hers. Number Guy spent the same time interval hoping desperately that she would not win since he doesn't like fishing and winning a fishing rod would require additional fishing on his part.
In case anyone had any doubts, God has a sense of humor.
Neatnik is the proud new owner of one pint-sized fishing pole, just add hook, sinker, and bait.
On the (Number Guy's) bright side, I won a certificate for one free pizza from one of the local pizzerias. It isn't our preferred purveyor of palatable pizza but, hey, it's a free lunch so we are happy.
Maybe we could pick up a free pizza the next time we take Neatnik fishing?
Just as we were getting ready to leave the area, Number Guy noticed the writing on one of the memorial pavers.
You can vote for this on the Fail Blog.
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Hmm, interesting morning person steps, one day I may have to try that. But for now I'm going to enjoy being a college student!
I remember fishing tourneys! My dad always got me to those on time, but the Easter Egg hunts? That's another story.
I've got a houseful of morning people! I tell them, 'I AM a morning person; I routinely go to bed at 4am. And that is why you should not acknowledge or require anything of me before noon.'
I may be upright and standing before them at 7am, but I'm not 'there' until noon.
And that is why God invented coffee.
And the fishing? You'll get no sympathy from me. Take a look at my life! (It should be noted that I do not LOVE fishing, myself!)
You know, you can get a lot of reading done while someone else fishes. :)
Somewhere there's a picture of me holding a nearly 3 foot long carp I caught...
We just returned from an entire day of fishing. One child caught one thumb-sized fish. The child wasn't even mine; it was a friend's kid. My husband spent five hours untangling fishing line and adjusting reels. The other mom and I laid on a blanket under a canopy and talked and ate chocolate chip cookies. I like fishing.
I haven't been fishing since I was little - Pop-pop fished, but neither of my parents really did (except when we visited Pop-pop!).
I ran across an interesting article recently on the internet, which indicated that some people are night owls, some people are early birds, the rest can switch from one schedule to the other as needed (maybe 15%, 15%, and everyone else? I'm not remembering the numbers clearly...). But I agree that some are night owls and some are early birds!
My mom is a night owl, my dad is an early bird...I got more of the night owl gene. Much to my dismay when growing up - Dad was always up around 5:30 a.m. - if I was lucky, I might get to sleep until 7 or even 8 before he just had to have company (I'm an only child).
My two sons are one of each, although the teenager hormones are presently skewing the early bird gene of Older Son. So you might get some sleeping in in a few years!
I am a morning person AND a night owl - just don't look for me in the afternoon when I fade. Congrats of the new rod. Perhaps you can take your little sticks whe they go fishing?
Fishing is so much fun and I suppose worth getting out of bed.
We have a little morning person too. We finally had to buy him a clock and teach him what 6:00 looks like and he has to stay in bed until then. He was getting up with the sun. I think he's wired to be a farmer.
I used to fish as a young 'un. I do not do this anymore. I was also not a morning person as a child.
Now I'm very much an a.m. gal. Go figure...
Congrats, Neatnik! Early morning is the best time for fishing! Make sure you set Daddy's alarm clock...
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