Fishing in Anahuac

Earlier this week I told Kenny I really wanted to do something fun as a family on Saturday. I wanted to leave the house and go do something all together. It seems like every Saturday since we moved here has been a whole lot of working. Which is good, and necessary, but I wanted to get out for a little bit. So on Friday we all worked hard to get all of our Saturday cleaning done, and Kenny got the lawn mowed early too. We were still trying to decide what we wanted to do. Well a couple weeks ago Kenny got invited to go shark fishing by this guy in our ward. Of course, if you know Kenny, you know he was as giddy as a kid in a candy shop when he got to go do that. Just the idea of catching your own bait, and then using it to get a real shark really appealed to him. Scares the heck out of me, but that's just the kind of adventurous thrill Kenny wants and needs in his life. So they went a couple Saturdays ago, but had absolutely no luck. He's been dying to get back. So that was his first (and final) suggestion. He called up his friend Scott again, and told him he wanted to go back but bring the families this time. 

We drove back to their same spot, in Anahuac, (pronounced Ana-wack) which is about 45 minutes from our house.

Our kids had fun with their 2 kids, and I really enjoyed getting to know Ashley too. I don't really know many people in the ward, so I'm happy to slowly be making friends. When we got there it was really overcast and cloudy, and I thought it would be so perfect to stay like that all day! But it didn't and we were all pretty hot and got sunburned, but still had a wonderful time. Unfortunately, the fishing was no better this time. The kids enjoyed collecting oysters or clams (whatever they were), and seashells. And the dads would throw out the net and bring in a bunch of tiny little fish for them to throw back in the water. But there were certainly no sharks caught. The water was so very filthy it was disgusting, but kids never mind that stuff. We were all completely worn out by the time we got home but grateful for such a nice day with new friends.

Tyler was the only one old enough (or capable) to go out on the kayak. He really loved it!