It might be hard to believe, but I used to go fishing.
Not super typical, dirty, grimy, let’s catching dinner fishing but there was a fishing rod and fish typically ended up at the end of it, so it’s still fishing.
These fishing trips occurred a long time ago, almost twenty years, I bet, at my late aunt’s house, a little more than an hour from my house.
Those weren’t my favorite days with the long drive and then long day with lots of people around, but I did like their pontoon boat. My dad and uncle and I would head out to the middle of the lake they lived on and fish while my aunt and mom and grandma made dinner.
- 8 all beef hot dogs (Dad picked up Nathan’s and they were a hit)
- 8 frozen pancakes or waffles or a mixture
- 8 slices cheese (I used Gouda)
- 1 ½ cups egg substitute