Thursday

Thursday
Thursday was filled with kids playing, talking, reading, Ian and Jimmy going driving and evening fishing. We took the kids fishing by the dock of Fish Lake. It was about 2 miles down the road from where we were camping. We shared poles and the fishing gear with the family there. We don’t have our own. The teenagers were happy to go fishing. Small fish were caught and most of them were thrown back, too small to keep.
The highlight of the evening came when Drew, Jimmy’s cousin, Brandy’s husband, was out fishing, just standing in the water up to his knees. He came back to shore, and just spoke, “uhh, can I get some help here?” Drew had hooked himself with the fishing hook on the tricep of his right arm! I heard his call, and went over to help. The fishing hook had a barb on the end, so it wasn’t going to be easy to get the hook out. Drew’s father in law came over to help (we call him uncle Pud). Uncle Pud cut off what he could of the fishing hook, and Drew decided he had to push the hook through to get it out. He couldn’t pull it out backwards because of the barb on the end. Drew sat on a rock, and I was the nurse helping him get the hook out. He used Jimmy’s leatherman *(Thank goodness Jimmy’s good wife packed it! Good thing Jimmy brought it fishing) to push the hook through. I was holding his skin tight, while Drew pushed the hook through. Drew kept his cool. It hurt and he expressed many painful groans, but no swearing! Good for him! Dr. Drew had a successful surgery, and got the hook out. He kept his cool, which I was impressed! Brandy kept an eye on the kids, and took a few pictures. We washed off the area, and got Drew a jacket, and we went back to watching the kids. Man, it was crazy, but I am glad it happened to him, and not one of the kids!