Abbie, Bud and Zabe

HAHAHAHA.  (O'Reilly family inside joke)

We dropped Z off at Bud's Aunt and Uncle Joe Joel and Nicolette's and we were off to get our wax worms?!?!?! (Is that what there called?) for our fun ice fishing extravaganza.  Anyway, after getting everything ready in the portable ice fishing house we hopped on the snowmobile, and headed back to Willard, which is about a mile away.  I am riding behind Bud so I can't see much, camera case around my neck when all of a sudden I am laying on the ground,  my husband laughing uncontrollably and me trying to figure out what had just happened.  We hadn't even been on the snowmobile 30 seconds before that happened.  So I hop back on hesitantly and off we go.  Cruising along, cruising along and Bud says to me, "Don't talk to loud now people can here everything you say."  So we are rounding a bend I am hanging on with all I've got to whatever I can hold onto because I see a big corner and HUGE hill coming ahead.  Sure enough I was on the ground again for the second time.  I insisted that I walk the remainder of the way but Bud was yelling (in a very soft voice) (remember people can here us)  to get back on the snowmobile.  Because the snowmobile is old it's not built like the newer ones so it's OBVIOUSLY easy to tip, and because other people smart people drive 4-wheelers back there, there are large paths from their tires that we kept getting into, hence the tipping over.  So I jump back on, super nervous, scared and embarrassed that if I fall off again and people see me I will crawl in the fishing hole.  Were climbing the hill just about to round the last curve before everyone on the lake/pond can see us and Bud dumps me AGAIN.  Seriously.  I wanted to walk.  Thank God, no one could see us, but when I stood up, brushed myself off, I saw the lake.  Amen.  We were almost there, we made it without me falling off anymore.  I'm sure if people could have seen us they would have been hysterical, because really it was funny. 

I'm fine.

I was excited once we got down there and set up, there were probably about 12 other people fishing, I thought to myself, if the fish aren't biting at least I will be able to people watch......until Bud pulled this over us and I couldn't see a thing. Nothing.  

This is what I saw, my legs and the hole.  I started getting a little chilly so Bud turned the heater on.  My first reaction,  "Oh great, now I am going to get sick from this mini Nipco and I am going to get sick!"  My girlfriends know that from HS, I used to vomit when we were at a party and these were going. Luckily, I didn't get sick, felt nauseous once or twice but it passed quickly.

My pole, hole and bobber.

I had to get out and stretch....and get some fresh air, and a better view.

Because this was mine for 2 hours.

This is accident number 2 site.  On our way back to the truck.  Fishing went well, I caught 1, and I tell ya, I'ts nothing like fishing for Walleye's.  I think I may get spoiled with the fishing in Canada.  I had 3 bites in 2 hours...I think.  I was going cross eyed watching the bobber for so long.  Ouch.

My favorite part of the fishing experience was getting back to safe land and taking some picts at Gooz's rents farm.  SOOO many photo opps.  I'll share a few with you.

Rims.

Rim.

Old door.

Sweet old car grill.  Don't you love that color?

The fish we caught.  3 sunnys.  I caught the biggest.  hahahahahaha

hahahahahahaha, I handed Bud this tiny bowl thinking I would be smart and that he would need a bigger one and he said, "That'ell do!"  Man it was funny.