Wherein I Break My OWN 1-Picture-Per-Vacation-Post Rule

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For good reason, I hope!

This post is dedicated to 2 of the 3 fishermen on this trip.


Meet Mike.

Mike is becoming a vacation-fisherman. But in his usual state, he is a metrosexual who will be sure his shoes and belt match, even on vacation. He is also the ONLY one of us to EVER use an iron here at the cabin.

Today, just before I snapped this shot he confessed that he had NOT ironed his fishing shirt, even though the crinkled pockets were driving him insane.

Yes - - - his vacation wardrobe contains "fishing outfits" which are NOT to be confused with his "town outfits."


And this is Fisherhubby whose garb consists of all things Packers or Gators AND his infamous "zippy" pants for town OR fishing, his wardrobe "pieces" are interchangeable that way.

His "pre-fishing" ritual consists of checking Facebook and e-mail. Oh, and apparently tormenting his wife who is TRYING to capture blog fodder with her camera lens.

Whatever these two fishermen do to get ready for their forays out onto the "seas," it MUST be working 'cause just look what they brought home today:


A nice sized northern pike.


With a toothsome grin. A VERY toothsome grin.


And Fisherhubby has a toothy grin of his own because he isn't a bit proud of his accomplishments or anything.

Leigh (and any other fisherman who may care) he used 30# test, a chartreuse spinner and a bait caster.

Pike Steaks Tonight!!!

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