Swedish Fish

After spending a few hours crammed in the back of a truck we had finally arrived in Fish Lake and were free to frolic along the shoreline. Nikki's sad excuse for a tent. Just kidding Nikki, it's an awesome tent. Once you spend a couple hours "fixing" the broken poles and creatively arranging the poles that don't fit. You better believe some s'more action went down before putting this baby to use.

Early in the morning the sky decided to sprinkle some rain down on us. It wouldn't have been a huge deal except that the top of our tent was made out of netting and we were missing the rain cover. Good times...

A little groggy from our lack of sleep, we began our day of fishing with one dragging the pole into the water and Matt jumping in after it. We started to reel it in but the fish broke the hook off the line and swam away.

No worries, only moments later I caught our 2nd fish!
We let the fish suffer just a little bit longer so we could get a good group shot. Afterward, as I watched it swim away, I realized what a sick, sick sport fishing is when you have no intention of eating it.

It was at that point when we decided the only fish we would be eating that day were the Swedish kind.
- Cooh