Family Outing

Yesterday we went out for a nice family day for the first time since we've been here. We drove across the ice and had lunch at Sportsman's, another resort that is on Oak Island. You can see the dock in front of our car as we're parked on the lake. I did not like driving on the ice any better this day than I did before.

I love this little bar, lots of animals on the wall and rustic furniture. It's like a big log cabin. Very homey.

After lunch we headed to Tony's fishhouse for the ice fishing. The main event! Call it optimism or foolishness-they each shed some light at times-but we took our baby and our 2 year-old with us. It won't be happening again. Besides having the boy in a small space with a bunch of stuff that wasn't ours, he screamed and cried everytime he saw a fish come out of the water. Hey, we gave it a shot.

Rick and I each had 2 poles going, they are little short poles. So cute. Another thing that makes perfect sense that I didn't know about. Minnows are the bait, poor little critters. Tyson liked the tiny little minnows and had fun catching them from the bait pail. I can see the attraction to this sport, just the anticipation of pulling up the big one could have kept me there all day if not for the Typhoon Tyson.

Sometimes you just have to get right down there and take a closer look.

Here I am feeding the baby while ice fishing. I can check that off my bucket list. If I'd of had a fish bite? I would have reeled it up while I kept right on feeding that baby. I'm the momma, damn it!

Once I downloaded these pictures and saw the demon eyes of the Walleye, I understood my son's fear a little bit. They look evil.

This guy still has the minnow in his mouth. Sick.

So this was the beginning of Rick putting on a fishing display for me while I sat and caught nothing. As he put it, I was Fishing and he was Catching. This one measured at 17 inches. I think you always round up on fish, so we'll call it 22 inches.

Andie was snug in her little seat and napped most of the time. I'm sure she's not the first person to pass out in a fishhouse, just the most sober one.


The holes in the ice. You can see my bobber on the left, silent and still. Not a single movement. The ice creaked while we sat there, which I find creepy. I had to ask Rick, maybe more than once, if that was normal. "Is it creaking because we're on it in a structure? With the car right beside it, all heavy?" Think of the creaking in the Titanic movie while the ship sank. Eerily similar for me. But perhaps a slight difference in size.

Here is the big Walleye catch of the day. His tail is back behind him, so he is even longer than he appears. He was a big ugly menace of a thing, but he was tasty and sat well in my belly later.

Totals: Rick 4.........Lisa 0

This doesn't sit well with me. There must be a handicap for a first-timer.

This is just a little fishhouse that I think is adorable. I don't know who it belongs to and I hope they aren't offended that I called it adorable.