Saturday I went Fishing.

I love fishing.   It's the laziest sport in the world (yeah, even darts requires more effort).   I went out with a bunch of guys saturday on a fishing charter in Port Rowan.   Let's break down the day:

Saturday 2am ...Baker returns home from friday night drinking excursion, realizing he's gotta get up in 2 hours to go fishing.

Saturday 6:05am...Baker wakes up and freaks out realizing he was supposed to be meeting the guys in Lambeth at 6am sharp and has slept in.

Saturday 6:35am...Baker shows up unshowered, unkept and VERY hungover in Lambeth (pretty good time from North London eh?)

Saturday 8am...Our Fishing Entourage shows up in Port Rowan to board the boat.

Saturday 8:25am...Baker declares to the entourage "I'm thirsty..who else wants a beer!"

Saturday 8:26am..First Beer is cracked.  Well??  I was thirsty.

Saturday 9am...First fish is caught of the day....Hurrahs and High-Fives soon followed.

Saturday 10am...3 beers??!!   Yup!

Saturday 10:25am..Baker catches his one and only fish of the day.   I was very proud of myself.

Saturday 12:35....Baker declares "I need some food to wash all this beer down"....Entourage eats tasty sandwiches prepared by Sharpshooter Mark Rennison.

Saturday 3pm...Too many beers to count and feelin' fine!  Back to shore.

Saturday 4pm...Back to shore...a few fish caught....all the beer gone....SUCCESS!

Yup...that's pretty much how the day went down...my brother caught the biggest fish.....Tommy caught the most....I was the drunkest....Is there a better way to spend a saturday?

Yup..we came prepared!

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