My first weekend in Montana was very different than my life in Salt Lake City. I know that you probably know that, but I am going to tell you about it anyways! On Friday (when I arrived), me and my boyfriend drove four hours to Eureka, Montana in order to be a part of a fishing tournament that would last Saturday and Sunday. I don't eat fish, so it seems pointless to be a part of a fishing tournament, right? Well, I wanted to be a good sport and go to hopefully have fun and hang out. On Saturday morning, we woke up early to begin our fishing trip. Within the first couple of hours, we caught our first fish!! Unfortunately it was what they call a "trash fish". So we ended up letting it back into the lake. After we let the fish back into the lake, only seconds later, a bald eagle swooped down and snatched the fish right up. Crazy right??! That is not something that you see every day. The rest of the day, we hung out with friends and waited to catch more fish... but they never came.
The next morning, I was told that the fishing tournament wasn't worth it and that we were going to go catch some fish in a different lake. I was like "okay, I wonder how this is going to play out." I had been fishing with my boyfriend a few times before this, but it was not real intense fishing. I was pretty much babied while he did all the work. We were going salmon fishing with his dad and were going to be there for multiple hours catching a lot of fish. I guess I didn't know how intense this would be. You know what it feels like when you join a sports team and you don't know anything about the sport but you try to be a part of the team anyways? Then on top of that, you are with people that you are trying to be-friend and are also trying to not look like a complete idiot?? Yep, that was me on Sunday. The sport was fishing (which I knew basically nothing about) and the person I didn't know very well was my boy friends dad.
When we stepped out onto the boat, I assumed that my boyfriend would be there to help me with every little step the whole time. Nope. This day made me realize that I have got to grow up some time haha... The first thing we did was made sure that our fishing poles were set up correctly. Then we pulled out the bait. I thought it would be some little plastic fish like it has been in the past, but boy was I wrong. My boyfriend opened a container and inside were freaking maggots that were died red. I was about to puke. I thought to myself, "if he thinks that I am going to touch those, then I guess I'm not fishing the whole time." He told me to put them on my hook and I said, "I'm not touching those." Luckily, the first and second time he baited my hook for me, but the freaking maggots kept getting water logged or would fall of the hook. When it was made clear that he wanted me to bait my hook with maggots, I slowly went to pick one up and put it on the hook. I was so grossed out and thought, "I'm not doing that again." Man was I wrong!! The rest of the time, I was expected to bait my own hook every single time those nasty maggots fell off. Luckily I became a little stronger and didn't want to look like a complete idiot, so I pulled myself together and kept baiting my own hook with the maggots.
At the time, I thought this was the worst part. I was wrong. After baiting my hook, I was of course supposed to catch a fish on my hook and successfully bring it into the boat in order to eat it later. Needless to say, the first FIVE fish that I caught, I brought them up into the air on my hook and either knocked them against the boat, a random pole, held them up in the air for too long, etc. With all of those rookie tricks up my sleeve, the first five fish I caught all flung back into the water and continued on their merry way with tons of other fishing boats watching and laughing at me because I didn't know what I was doing. On the sixth catch, I actually got it into the boat with verbal instructions the entire time. As I was getting ready to put the fish into the bucket, I tossed him over there, then he hit the top edge of the bucket, bounced onto the deck and back into the water. UGHHHH..... Really?!? At that point all I could do was laugh at myself because of how ridiculous that was. I was literally the kid on the sports team that could not catch a break and that no one wanted on their team. After that little stunt, I decided to put more effort into this whole fishing thing and try to not look like too much of a loser. That was a good call on my part because I ended up actually catching six more fish with success!!! I baited the hook with nasty maggots each time, pulled the fish into the boat in a straight line, took them off the hook, and carefully placed them into the bucket!! I was very proud of myself and fishing became a lot more fun once I began to get the hang of it :).
Here's us fishing with a much better attitude towards the end of the day, and even though I don't like fish, I actually ate three of the fish we caught!!
There are so many things in life that seem like they should come easy or things that you wish you were as good as another person at. Well that's not the case. I am a city girl now living in the country where things are no longer easy for me. I am a foreigner here and will probably continue to feel like I'm on a bunch of new sports teams trying to make my way to the big leagues. Even though it's hard, I am really liking it here. Montana's a beautiful place filled with tons of new opportunity.