1 hour ago · Life · 0 comments

tag(s): #fishing I was about to write either tea or anime reviews, but both would be longish. I am a bit tired and sleepy, today we went out for a hike (plus kiddo and I did a hike yesterday with his scout troop). And also, as the title spoiled, we went out fishing after getting back, so we spent like 2 hours in the sun at Oradell. Today, after like 9 months (or maybe more?) (I CHECKED: closer to a year, going by this post) of fishing, I caught not one, but three fish. And got a fourth one lined up for the kid. They were small, like 10~12 centimeters long. But I don't care, it was exciting and fun. We returned then all, except one of them was very tangled on the treble hook and I got super nervous about killing the fish when pulling it out. After three or four a panicked attempts at getting the hook off, I just cut it with the pliers. [1] So the fish was alive, but with a hook hanging from its mouth. Did I condemn the little guy? I would like to think it will live a happy, long life.…

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