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Fishing with Dad
Jul. 9th, 2009 03:11 pmDad came home from work yesterday in the middle of the morning. No idea what that was about. Something must have happened at the Ministry, maybe, but don't know what it was. He spent some time shut up with Mum right after he got home in their room. Mum seemed upset when they came out, but neither one would talk about it.
Instead of heading back to work, he surprised us all by announcing he was taking us kids fishing. So after lunch we went down to the Otter River and spent the afternoon angling. Since this was all sort of spur of the moment, we didn't have any magical lures and Mum didn't come with us so we could ask her for charms (she's really good at fishing charms), so we used live bait. Haven't done that very often before. George and Fred made such a racket horsing around in the water and splashing each other that I'm surprised they caught a thing, but they pulled in more fish than anybody. Ginny hates putting worms on the hook so I baited all her hooks for her, and she caught a perch. Dad went downriver a little ways and stood in the shallows all afternoon, casting and reeling up over and over again. Guess it suited him.
Bill came over last night for dinner, and we had all the fresh fish we'd caught. I got stuck with cleaning them all, but that was better than trusting Fred and George with the job: it would probably end with fish guts being put down the neck of somebody's robes.
Instead of heading back to work, he surprised us all by announcing he was taking us kids fishing. So after lunch we went down to the Otter River and spent the afternoon angling. Since this was all sort of spur of the moment, we didn't have any magical lures and Mum didn't come with us so we could ask her for charms (she's really good at fishing charms), so we used live bait. Haven't done that very often before. George and Fred made such a racket horsing around in the water and splashing each other that I'm surprised they caught a thing, but they pulled in more fish than anybody. Ginny hates putting worms on the hook so I baited all her hooks for her, and she caught a perch. Dad went downriver a little ways and stood in the shallows all afternoon, casting and reeling up over and over again. Guess it suited him.
Bill came over last night for dinner, and we had all the fresh fish we'd caught. I got stuck with cleaning them all, but that was better than trusting Fred and George with the job: it would probably end with fish guts being put down the neck of somebody's robes.
