I’m from Kansas. Every nice weekend my husband and I are at the lake, camping. He fishes (for cat fish) and I read and take pictures and try to create high class, fancy fire pits out of the stones.
When we’d been together for about 8 years he took me to Roaring River, in Missouri. It’s a trout farm place (which is kind of cheating IMO. We eventually moved to the actual river, which was more fun for me.) I’m up for trout!
So, Rick steps up and starts ‘splaining to me how to cast and stuff. I just looked at him, snatched my pole away, tied on the lure and started casting.
He says, “You don’t know how to fish!”
I said, “Yeah. I do. Been fishing since I was 8. I’ve caught bass in Missouri, trout in Colorado and salmon in Oregon. My sister caught a sword fish in Washington State. I’ve also caught jellyfish in Florida (which doesn’t actually count as fishing, tho. :) But I really did.)”
That Kansas country boy just stared at me with his mouth open for a second. In 8 years he’d never seen me fish before!
I didn’t catch anything, but he caught his limit. We grilled them the next day. Little lemon, salt, pepper, wrapped in foil with small holes poked in it to catch the wood smoke. Oh man, that was so GOOD!