Yesterday our church held its annual fishing tournament. This event is meant to be a fun filled day for the kids. The only problem is that for our family we are not gifted in this area. Apparently our parents did not expose us to this sport often enough. I can count on one hand the amount of times I have been fishing. I do however remember being scarred for life after cleaning fish. Ick !! Now my husband is not any better than I am. So here we are the whole family plus a friend. Fishing poles in hand ( given to us by Mr Troy ) , ready to go. MaryEsther gets busy fishing while Jackson plays with the already caught fish that are in a separate vat. Madison and his friend fish for a while before giving up and playing football. Neal was busy talking church business so I attempt to help Jackson get started. I am sure I was comedy relief to all on lookers. First of all I came from the gym so there I was in yoga pants, tennis shoes and a blinged out shirt. Secondly, I had no idea what I was doing. The only difference with me and Neal is that I will say that I need help. He on the other hand wants to prove his manhood with his fishing abilities, so he will suffer through it. MaryEsther was successful, she caught 3 fish. Jackson did have a bite but it got away.
Well although we are not very good with the whole hunting, fishing, camping stuff we do excel in other areas. We sure appreciate all the help from people who are gifted. Dana, fellow blogger and friend said that Neal was a different kind of fisher, a Fisher of Men. I thought that was great. I am so glad that God made us all unique and gifted us all with our own talents.