It Sounds Fishy

The phrase is, “That sounds fishy!” and the origination of that phrase comes from fisherman tales that are often embellished beyond belief.   This last week the local Aune and Kelly gkids went fishing with Eric and Papa and we have two stories that may not be believed by skeptical listeners.  On Monday, we parked the RV at East Creek Campground about 2 miles from the Mineral Lake. 

First night at campground.  Aune g kids with baby Madi.   Barb, Kari, Eric and Lizzy in background.  And Loki off leash in this very unusual and perhaps favorite campground.

Grayson 4, so loving, entertains his cousin Madi, 4 mos.

 Tuesday, Eric took the group out on the lake.  Jane (7), an avid fisherperson, caught the first rainbow trout, then Eric hooked one.  Jane caught 3 more in the 2+ hours on the lake.  The young boys were losing interest as they were getting no bites.  Meanwhile, Jane stayed attentive to her pole.  Greyson, a typical 4 year old was a bit careless and dropped his pole in the lake.  He decided that he didn’t want to fish any more.  Sometime later Jensen (6) hooked something and on reeling in, found a line hooked to his line.  Low and behold, it was the lost pole and Eric was able to pull in the hooked line to bring the lost pole back on board.

Jane, an astute fisherperson, always out fishes me.

I caught one, Eric caught one, and Jane caught four.  Her catch that day with Mt Rainier in the background.

 

The Kellys left that evening but the rest of us went back up to Mineral about noon on Wednesday.  We rented a pontoon boat and anchored in one of our favorite spots.  After getting no bites the first hour we moved to another spot and the fish starting hitting almost immediately.  Jane caught another, then Greyson caught his first fish.  Finally Jensen hooked one.

Jane telling me where she wants to fish.

Greyson.  I am going to catch a fish today!

He did.  His first at 4 years old.

Jane has another one on.  Notice that I am just sitting beside her.  She knows what to do.

That smile tells it all.

Jensen hooks one!

OK   Jensen can go home saying he caught another fish.

 

After another 2 hours we decided to reel in and head back to the marina.  On reeling in, Jane yelled, “I have another fish on!”  Just then from over our heads, an osprey dove down and picked up her fish.  As the bird flew off, the reel on Jane’s pole was spinning wildly.  I was awestruck about what to do.  I fumbled for my knife to perhaps cut the line.  Barb grabbed the camera and got a picture.  Jane stood strong and unnerved.  At last the drag and the weight of the line began to pull down the osprey.  It dropped the fish.  Jane, almost automatically and methodically, reeled in the fish. 

The seahawk (osprey) grabs Jane's fish.

After dropping the fish, the seahawk hovers over us for some time.

The fish.  Jane pointing at osprey.  "I beat a seahawk!"

 

“Jane,” I interjected, “you know the other name for an osprey?  The other name is ‘seahawk.'  You just defeated a seahawk.” 

“Alright,” said Jane, I just beat a seahawk.”