do you remember? (day 7)

Ryan,
do you remember...

the day you took me fishing? i went fishing with my dad one time on the river and it was more like practice. because he didn't really know much of what he was doing. he kept saying "you know about as much as i do"... so im not sure that counted. so this was probably my first time ever, the day you decided to take me.

we went to the boise river and if i remember right we rode bikes there. so when we got there it was already pretty late in the evening. the sun was headed down for the night. you had your little tackle box and fishing pole and we had to cross a log to get to the part you had your eye out for.

i remember you were trying to get the little thingy at the end of the line all ready (can you tell i haven't any fishing experience?) and tried helping thread the line through the pole. this was no easy process i could tell. it got caught and twisted and tangled after the first toss. you cussed. it was soo tangled that you had to cut it and start it all over again. i giggled softly to myself, trying to lighten the mood, cause you were pretty worked up. finally. it was ready. and it was my turn to throw it out. it was starting to get dark, so i only had couple turns. no fish.
but we did see a dead one!