It’s an indicater, not a bobber

I am a planner. I like to know what I am doing weeks ahead of time, and this weekend our plan was to go camping at Garner State Park. However on Wednesday afternoon my fiancé and his good friend surprised us with tickets to George Strait’s concert in Little Rock, Arkansas. So our plans took an immediate turn in a whole different direction.

Not knowing exactly what we were in for for the weekend, I packed a few different things, and mid evening Thursday ( after a quick trip to make sure my finger wasn’t broken) we hit the road in an RV.  What is an air tent?  I can tell you exactly. What to expect from the concert? I do not know? but I am really excited.

11 hours later we pulled in to the KOA, stopped for a few hours of sleep and headed to the concert. And it was an amazing concert. But little did I know that was only the beginning of our adventure.

I absolutely love learning and trying new things. And that’s exactly what I got to do on Saturday morning. After a long night of driving after the concert we arrived at our bed and breakfast around 3am. And at 6:30 our wake up call came in and off we went. I was going fly fishing for my very first time.

Fly fishing is a lot different from any fishing I have ever done. So our guide George started me off with ground lessons. Teaching me all about casting, roll casting, and mending the line. I must say that on the ground lessons I was feeling really good about my skills and how quickly I had caught on. We got on to our drift bought, bundled up, and off we went looking for the perfect spot. After about a 25 minute ride we slowed down, and dropped in something to slow the boat down and started fishing. I quickly found out that I was not quite as good as I thought I was.

After successfully hooking myself, my guide, and a few trees, I finally started to get the hang of things. And about twenty-thirty minutes later,I caught my first fish. I think I scared every other fish away for miles because of my excitement. And everyone on the lake around us knew I had caught my first fish. We got it in the boat, took a few photos, and kissed the fish, we released him and continued on. I learned all of the many terms of fly fishing on the river. My terminology started off as, ” oh hey my bobber thingy is moving, I think I got a bite!” And After laughs all around, I quickly learned that a bobber thingy is called an indicator, and that you don’t get bites, you get hits. Such a great learning experience thanks to our wonderful fishing guide.

The river was very high so the fishing was not the best but all in all we caught quite a few fish and had a blast while doing it. I can’t wait to get back on the water and try again.

What a great weekend!







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Monique Richard Cikota

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Hello there! I am the Officer Manager here at Heart O' the Hills Summer Camp for Girls. I have been blessed to work here for over 11 years and I love every minute of it! We are always here to talk camp so please do not hesitate to contact us! <3 Mo--

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