fish please.

Every once in a while it's nice to be taken to a place that reminds you of your childhood (assuming it was a pleasant one, of course). 

Last Wednesday, my boyfriend and I went on a Striper fishing trip that we gave his dad for Father's day.  It's usually really hot down here even on summer mornings, but this particular morning it was just right...  The wind held a steady breeze. The fish were biting. We saw the sunrise over the lake. It was beautiful.

The trip took me back to a place (mentally) that I hadn't been in a long time.

I grew up Striper fishing with my little brother and my parents in Smith Mountain Lake, VA. We had friends that were Striper fishing captains there, and they took us out often. Many of my favorite memories from growing up are centered around some sort of fishing.

I hadn't been Striper fishing in about 10 years, so I was stoked. It was everything I remembered... even beating the boys in catching the biggest fish.

Oh yeah... that's 9lbs in all its glory.