**I used Grammarly to grammar check this post because there is always room for Jello & a funny book, but poor grammar is rarely amusing.
Back in 2005, I shocked the majority of my gal pals with my announcement that I would be heading to Alaska to go… wait for it… salmon fishing. This crazy southern Irish gal is a bit of a weird hybrid: love pretty pedicures, but will also happily get downright muddy in the garden. I’ll rabidly watch a football game, followed by my favorite DIY show on HGTV. I am as comfortable wearing a frilly dress as I am relaxing in torn jeans and a sweatshirt. However, fishing?!
Here’s a little background: eight years ago the women in our family stomped our collective feet and demanded that we be included in the annual Alaska fishing trip. We had heard so many wonderful stories from the boys: husbands; fathers; brothers; and sons all blissfully sharing stories of beautiful Alaska. We gals wanted a shot at the glory. The push-back was in fun, but a little serious too: there would be no girly girls allowed. You had to pull your own weight, be down on the dock at o’dark thirty – no time for hair or make-up, manage your own pole, and “woman-up.” Game on/Fish on!
I’m happy to report that all these years later the gals are still going strong. Trust me, I’m the last person who thought I would actually come to appreciate and look forward to an annual fishing trip. Here’s a little secret that might explain my affection for the annual trek. Each year, on our last day out, the captain of the fishing lodge hosts a Girls Only boat. This has become one of our favorite, if not THE favorite day of the year for us. Captain Kevin has his hands full trying to manage a boat full of gals – but we sure do keep him laughing! What I’ve come to appreciate about Girls Only Day is that we really don’t care how many fish we catch, which probably contributes to our often landing the biggest catch of the day among the boats. Maybe laughter is not only the best medicine; it’s also the best fish bait!
And so, I’ve got my lucky fishin’ hat packed and ready to go. We leave the lower 48 tomorrow and head north to Sitka. Promise to check back in with ya’ll as soon as I return; you can count on me having some new “the-one-that-got-away” stories to share.
Fish on boys!!
Have you ever done anything that surprised others? Would you do it again?