One Fish, Two Fish

Has there ever been such a fickle blogger? I've thought many times about posting over the past several weeks but it just seems that I never have a moment to sit down and do it. I guess I'm so busy living life that I have a hard time sitting down and documenting it. Plus, to be honest, I don't feel like I have much of an audience.

Tristan spent yesterday fishing with Jerry in a place called Paradise (really). Jerry's friend owns a share in a private fishing and bird hunting ranch. I hear that Tristan landed about 20 fish, this one being one of the most prized. he became frustrated over the fact that he caught twice that many but wasn't able to land them all (still learning how to set the hook).

Just like all fishing trips, there was a story of the big one that got away. Tristan also apparently named all of the fish he caught: George, Fred and the like. He had to rename Fred when she lost some of her eggs while they were trying to get her hook out (the ranch is strictly catch and release). He was disturbed that the other fish ate the eggs. He told me this morning that fish are cannibals.

Tristan also quite enjoyed the catered lunch at the ranch: a meal which included fresh trout and what he said was the best cheesecake he'd ever eaten.

Stay tuned for updates on our comings and goings of the past few months. The laundry will just have to wait. Be patient, though. The pee pee accidents can't.