This One Time We Went Fishing...

I dont know if I have mentioned this already so if I have, I apologize for mentioning it again...
We have started a new family tradition while the weather is good. We go fishing every friday night. We call its family fishing friday. We are cool.
A couple of Friday's ago, Andrew got off early so we decided to head up to Strawberry for family fishing friday. Dyl came with us and Whit was going to meet us up there when she got off work. When we pulled in we saw a lady waving at us but didn't recognize her so we just drove past to find a fishing spot. When we got out I looked back to see where the crazy waving lady was and noticed that she looked like she was covered in mud. Then I noticed  that it looked like her Jeep had its front end stuck in the mud but I couldn't tell for sure. Pretty soon I saw the waving lady walking towards us. She was, in fact, covered in mud. I mean up to her chest in mud. When she reached us she asked if we had a shovel. Her daughter wanted to see the pelicans on the lake so she thought she would just drive down the shore line in her super 4-wheel drive vehicle and let her get a good look. There was a little stream in her way so she thought to herself "oh Ive driven through way worse things than this" and went for it.... it had been raining for days.... she was misinformed about the abilities of her vehicle. Andrew told her that he didnt have a shovel and didnt even have a tow rope or a chain but he would be happy to help pull her out if she could find one. Pretty soon the Forest service people showed up. They came and told us they had a chain but asked us to help pull her out. (I guess they are forbidden to use their own vehicles for such acts of service. Who put the "service" in forest service anyway?) So we drove down there and very carefully got close enough to her super duper awesome jeep (Ok... so I cant get over how much she talked up her jeep and her driving skills. I was irritated.) to hook up. She had been digging out the tires with her bare hands and some sticks for some time so there was some space behind the tires. Dyl got in her jeep and Andrew in the Denali and they gave it their best... to no avail. The thing didnt even move. Upon closer inspection we discovered that close to every inch of the bottom of her vehicle was sitting on the ground. She had spun out so much that almost the entire undercarriage was SITTING ON THE GROUND! We dug (and when I say "we" I actually mean andrew and dyl) and dug and dug, then tried again. Nope. Not an inch. Pretty soon a trucker stopped by. He had just dropped off a load in Duchesne  and saw they could use some help. After some more digging and pulling and nothing moving the trucker had a brilliant idea! Let me pull my 18 wheeler down here. No prob. Ill just pull you out like its nothin. Wrong. Now we not only have a jeep grand cherokee stuck, we also have a giant 18 wheeler that isn't going anywhere. Now what?
Lucky for us another passerby took pity. He pulled his truck down, hooked up another rope and between him and Andrew and a good bump from Andrew the jeep was finally free!!!

Next up?? Oh.. just an 18 wheeler..
While Andrew and new passerby dude where pulling waving lady out, Dyl was digging... a lot. Turns out that 18 wheelers have a lot of wheels to dig out. The forest service dude finally decided he could help. They hooked up all 3 trucks to the big guy and hoped that Dylan's digging would do the trick. It took some effort but the truck finally came out and we all celebrated by watching the forest service give multiple tickets to waving lady for driving off road in a restricted area and causing insane amounts of damage. Ok... We didn't really celebrate that way. We celebrated by moving to a different area and fishing.... far far away from waving lady.

The fishing was great. When we werent reeling in a fish, we were catching crawdads. Whit showed up with pizza and my kids were in heaven.  Especailly since no one reprimanded them when they took their pants off. In fact, the only reaction to that was everyone singing along when they started singing "Pants on the ground. Pants on the ground"

Even Ike enjoyed himself. This kid is just pleasant.

 I got to watch Dyl cratively put new line on his reel all by himself...

Yes. He is reeling with his mouth.

Andrew taught Whit how to gut a fish and Whit and AnDee began dissecting...

and of course Dad caught the biggest fish...

That being said. He only reeled it in. I rigged that pole, baited it and was the one who cast it out. That fish should have been mine!!! Darn babies taking up my hands and arms.

It started out a little rough but it turned out to be a good little trip. Even if Dyl went home with blisters all over his hands from digging out an 18 wheeler.