I am getting super behind in these posts, I need to get on it or else I am going to forget everything that happens to me.
So, although summer is over now and I am already in the cold, evil grip of school I have one more tale from the last few days of freedom I had before having to come back to the harshness of learning and homework.
Sid came up with an idea for the family to go camping/fishing in late July and everyone in the family was down but it took us quite awhile to organize everything due to work and such. So our trip didn't materialize until the last days of summer but I was glad that we got our shit together and actually went. The lake we decided to go to was Postill which is located up in the mountains somewhere between Winfield and Kelowna, I thought it was going to be lame fishing and camping out in a place where we technically didn't even need to camp since we could have drove home in about 45 mins, but once we were up at the fishing lodge it felt like I was miles and miles away from home. I had thought that we were going to be out in the bush camping and just fishing at some random lake but I guess that wasn't the plan at all. Postill isn't actually just a lake it is a whole fishing resort and there was no actual camping going down as we stayed in a small cabin, and the lake we were fishing in was there especially for fishing, it kinda bummed me out at first cause the whole thing didn't seem as legit to me but I decided not to let that bug me as long as I got to catch some trout.
Anyways, we got to the resort, unloaded our shit, and got ready to wrangle some salmon or whatever kinda fish were in the lake. The only problem was that the weather decided to flair up in attempt to ruin the Hutchinson families fun. So we spent the first while in the cabin waiting for the wind and rain to die down. After an hour or two it cleared up enough for us to hit the lake. Connor had been boasting the whole trip that he was going to outfish all of us and catch "somewhere between 100-200 fish" (direct quote). Once we were out on the water though it was apparent he would not be catching anywhere near his estimated numbers. We had been out there for about an hour and hadn't even gotten a bite yet. Me and Connor started questioning Sid's fishing know-how and blamed the no-fish-catching on his choice of equipment. We were trolling behind a boat and for some reason Sid thought it was all good to use fly fishing rod's with fly's called "Doc Spratley's", and the Doc's just weren't gettin it done. We did have one regular rod though with regular tackle hooked up to it and believe it or not this was the rod that got the most action. The first day we went out for a couple hours and only caught 2 fish. The first one was a minnow that Sid reeled in a the 2nd was one that I caught which was bigger but not by much, we deemed it a keeper however since we were planning on heading in shortly after it was caught. Also of note, when we brought the fish in and decided to keep it we realized we didn't have a club to kill the fish so Sid "The Axe Murderer" Hutchinson decided to use an oar to smack it to death. He started beating the fish with the oar about 20 feet from the shoreline with people watching but the fish wouldn't die. It took him about 5 hits with the oar and then 2 or 3 with the butt end of the fishing net to finally finish the job.
That night we played some games that my Mom had brought along. The biggest hit was "Slang Teasers." It involves slag terms and people having to guess what they mean. Connor found a term in the game and has apparently adopted it as his nickname..."Old Bendy." The next day we rented another regular rod with regular tackle and left one of the fly rods at the cabin. We caught a bunch more fish on our first trip on the water that day with Sid, Karen and Me and getting in on the action. I even caught one using the ol' Doc Spratley. Connor still hadn't caught a fish, dude is brutal at fishing. We went out on a drive around the resort and did a bit of exploring and off-roading after the first fishing excursion that day. We found a pretty swampy swamp and played with some frogs and Connor got warts. After the offroading we hit up the lake again and Connor fiiiiiinnnalllly caught a fish. I should mention that all the fish we had been catching were puny and we hadn't got 1 keeper aside from the one I caught on the first day, I'm pretty sure it was the biggest fish in the lake. I did manage to catch one more that we deemed a keeper though and I whooped that fishes trick with the butt end of the fishing net, killing it in about 2 hits rather than Smasher Sid's 135 or whatever it was. The weather started to pick up again after awhile so we packed it in. The next morning we packed up and headed back for home.
The fishing trip was pretty short and a bit hindered by the weather but I really enjoyed it. It was good to spend some time with the family before having to leave home and get back to school. After the trip I had 2 more days left in Vernon. I spent them hanging with friends and saying goodbye to people. I enjoyed it and am sad that I had to leave all my friends :(. I'll be back to see everyone again real soon though!
Anyways, I am back in Vancouver now living in my place with Lennea. Things are going good so far, school is tough since I'm in Sciences now and am having to do things I haven't done since grade 11. I never thought I would have to use "Moles" again in my life. Hopefully I don't fail everything.
Well that was pretty much what happened this summer and I'll have to find a way to keep this thing interesting now that I'm in school again and nothing exciting happens. I'll probably just start making up stories or adopting other peoples experiences and passing them off as my own. So I guess that's all for now, thanks for reading (Ramsay). PEACE!
- Dan
Also, the final fish tally for the trip was:
Me - 6
Dad - 4(or 5)
Mom - 3
So, although summer is over now and I am already in the cold, evil grip of school I have one more tale from the last few days of freedom I had before having to come back to the harshness of learning and homework.
Sid came up with an idea for the family to go camping/fishing in late July and everyone in the family was down but it took us quite awhile to organize everything due to work and such. So our trip didn't materialize until the last days of summer but I was glad that we got our shit together and actually went. The lake we decided to go to was Postill which is located up in the mountains somewhere between Winfield and Kelowna, I thought it was going to be lame fishing and camping out in a place where we technically didn't even need to camp since we could have drove home in about 45 mins, but once we were up at the fishing lodge it felt like I was miles and miles away from home. I had thought that we were going to be out in the bush camping and just fishing at some random lake but I guess that wasn't the plan at all. Postill isn't actually just a lake it is a whole fishing resort and there was no actual camping going down as we stayed in a small cabin, and the lake we were fishing in was there especially for fishing, it kinda bummed me out at first cause the whole thing didn't seem as legit to me but I decided not to let that bug me as long as I got to catch some trout.
Anyways, we got to the resort, unloaded our shit, and got ready to wrangle some salmon or whatever kinda fish were in the lake. The only problem was that the weather decided to flair up in attempt to ruin the Hutchinson families fun. So we spent the first while in the cabin waiting for the wind and rain to die down. After an hour or two it cleared up enough for us to hit the lake. Connor had been boasting the whole trip that he was going to outfish all of us and catch "somewhere between 100-200 fish" (direct quote). Once we were out on the water though it was apparent he would not be catching anywhere near his estimated numbers. We had been out there for about an hour and hadn't even gotten a bite yet. Me and Connor started questioning Sid's fishing know-how and blamed the no-fish-catching on his choice of equipment. We were trolling behind a boat and for some reason Sid thought it was all good to use fly fishing rod's with fly's called "Doc Spratley's", and the Doc's just weren't gettin it done. We did have one regular rod though with regular tackle hooked up to it and believe it or not this was the rod that got the most action. The first day we went out for a couple hours and only caught 2 fish. The first one was a minnow that Sid reeled in a the 2nd was one that I caught which was bigger but not by much, we deemed it a keeper however since we were planning on heading in shortly after it was caught. Also of note, when we brought the fish in and decided to keep it we realized we didn't have a club to kill the fish so Sid "The Axe Murderer" Hutchinson decided to use an oar to smack it to death. He started beating the fish with the oar about 20 feet from the shoreline with people watching but the fish wouldn't die. It took him about 5 hits with the oar and then 2 or 3 with the butt end of the fishing net to finally finish the job.
That night we played some games that my Mom had brought along. The biggest hit was "Slang Teasers." It involves slag terms and people having to guess what they mean. Connor found a term in the game and has apparently adopted it as his nickname..."Old Bendy." The next day we rented another regular rod with regular tackle and left one of the fly rods at the cabin. We caught a bunch more fish on our first trip on the water that day with Sid, Karen and Me and getting in on the action. I even caught one using the ol' Doc Spratley. Connor still hadn't caught a fish, dude is brutal at fishing. We went out on a drive around the resort and did a bit of exploring and off-roading after the first fishing excursion that day. We found a pretty swampy swamp and played with some frogs and Connor got warts. After the offroading we hit up the lake again and Connor fiiiiiinnnalllly caught a fish. I should mention that all the fish we had been catching were puny and we hadn't got 1 keeper aside from the one I caught on the first day, I'm pretty sure it was the biggest fish in the lake. I did manage to catch one more that we deemed a keeper though and I whooped that fishes trick with the butt end of the fishing net, killing it in about 2 hits rather than Smasher Sid's 135 or whatever it was. The weather started to pick up again after awhile so we packed it in. The next morning we packed up and headed back for home.
The fishing trip was pretty short and a bit hindered by the weather but I really enjoyed it. It was good to spend some time with the family before having to leave home and get back to school. After the trip I had 2 more days left in Vernon. I spent them hanging with friends and saying goodbye to people. I enjoyed it and am sad that I had to leave all my friends :(. I'll be back to see everyone again real soon though!
Anyways, I am back in Vancouver now living in my place with Lennea. Things are going good so far, school is tough since I'm in Sciences now and am having to do things I haven't done since grade 11. I never thought I would have to use "Moles" again in my life. Hopefully I don't fail everything.
Well that was pretty much what happened this summer and I'll have to find a way to keep this thing interesting now that I'm in school again and nothing exciting happens. I'll probably just start making up stories or adopting other peoples experiences and passing them off as my own. So I guess that's all for now, thanks for reading (Ramsay). PEACE!
- Dan
Also, the final fish tally for the trip was:
Me - 6
Dad - 4(or 5)
Mom - 3
Con - 2 (somewhere between 100-200...)
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killer frog picture!
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