Here Fishy, Fishy

This past week, my friend, Jenny, and I went to go visit my grandparents in Lake of the Ozarks. I was planning on starting my new blog out with pictures of Jenny and I wearing bikinis and driving the boat in hopes that it would bring more people to my blog, but we didn't get to drive the boat (my grandma didn't want me to, maybe because I've totalled two cars, I don't know). We went shopping most of the time, but for a change in scenery, we decided to go fishing...

This little wormy was coiled up around my finger when I first started taking the picture. I flipped out after the flash bc (as you can see), he almost made it in my mouth.

Yeah, I put the worm on the hook myself. And I also put the bobber on myself. I'm a hardcore fisherperson. And within two minutes, I caught a 4lb. 16in. catfish. Yeah, I'm that good.
Unfortunately, I didn't know how to get the hook out of a catfish without getting stung and neither did Jenny. We have only been educated on handling bass and blue gills. We started walking around the complex hoping to find someone who could help us out (my grandparents' condo was quite a ways from where we were fishing), but not too many people were out around 11:30 p.m.

After walking around for about 10 mins., Jen grew some balls, and decided to get the hook out of the fish. I assisted by pinning the fish down with the net and pole. But unfortunately, the fish was stuck in the net. It took us about another 10 mins. to get him out.
So, finally, we were able to continue our fishing. We ended up not caughting anything else that night, but we had a great time talking and goofing off.