From Lake to Table

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 What better way to start a morning than with a little fishing. This morning started nice and early with the breakfast of champions: eggs and bacon cooked in grass-fed butter with fish oil already prepared (by Brittany). Then it’s on the road with one daughter and son in tow to try our luck at trout fishing. We spend the early morning scooting along the bank of the big lake. Cast, reel, cast, reel, but to no avail. Realizing we’re not going to have any luck because trout like to hang out in the middle of the lake  and this lake will not reflect upon our fishing skills (at least mine I would starve if I had to depend on the neophytes for lunch), so we wander over to the smaller lake  (finding and being joined by the other daughter and son-in-law) to see whatimage we can muster up. It doesn’t take long before I’ve set the hook and am in a battle royal with a frisky trout. After I flash my muscles, the fish is soon mine and in a bucket for lunch. We hit the hot spot. Brittany gets a git, but unfortunately listened to the other Bozo and sets the hook too hard, so that we see the largest fish of the day fly through the air and off her hook to safety. Naturally, I have to take over and catch yet another trout, right before my grandbabies pop up. We switch to the other side to try our luck, where the adventure turns. My line breaks and we have only a few casts left to make, so I imagetry to take Brittany’s pole, but being the little shit that she is, she says I’ve already caught a fish so its her turn. So I try to teach her to cast instead, which bites me n the ass, as I see the top of my fishing pole fly into the lake. I try, but to no avail to catch it with Brittany’s rod, so the only option left is to swim in and retrieve. Seemingly, right on cue, Amanda and Todd arrive back to witness my swim (which is not permitted) in. Of course they all think its very funny, a bunch of comedians is what I have with me and absolutely no help. After a few more unsuccessful cast, I must face reality and buck up and swim to retrieve it, run to the truck, and have Todd floor it back to the cabin, as I air-off on the tailgate in my skivvys. Nothing in this family can happen without being uneventful, but these are the things that bring us closer and make for great ‘fish’ tales. We make it home with our imagetreasure, where I show Brittany how to clean them, before salt and pepper and frying them in coconut oil, providing the centerpiece for our deliciously fat-burner style lunch! So not only did fishing provide us with quality time, but a sense of sustainability as we saw our lunch go from lake to table, doing all the work ourselves. A true Paleo way, knowing exactly where our food comes from and using our hunter/gatherer instincts to provide for ourselves and our ‘tribe.’ Success!

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