The Big One That Didn’t Get Away

No quilting for me today. I went to work and on the way home, I stopped at Craft Night at In-SHUCK-ch. I didn’t take any projects to work on because I knew I would be busy visiting. I was right. Lots of yaking and and laughing–not too much in the way of completion of projects! It was good to see everyone again.

When I got home, I decided to check Bloglines to see if any of the blogs I regularly read had been updated. As I was reading through my favorites, my daughter shouts from the living room, “Dad is home! And he has a fish!” I called back to my husband, what is it? (Meaning what type of Salmon.) And he calls back, “Blog material!” So you heard it, it is a Salmon of the Blog Material variety, also known as a Spring Salmon.

16 thoughts on “The Big One That Didn’t Get Away

  1. oh my! fresh salmon- it doesn’t get any better than that! your dh did great! tell him this blog friend grills fresh salmon often-and wish I could have some of that!

  2. Wow! Big fish. Isn’t bloglines great. I used to have to spend an hour checking all my faves just to see if there were new comments. So much easier to keep up this way.

  3. That takes me back to my childhood. My dad and various uncles went salmon fishing a lot, though most of the ones they caught weren’t that big. My uncle held the inland water record for awhile – that salmon was almost 60 pounds! Was your husback fishing in the ocean or somewhere in the straights? I’m guessing the straights would be called “inland water” since Vancouver Island blocks them from the ocean as much as Washington blocks Puget Sound.

  4. Norma, you got to love that reply “blog material” WOW, that is a biggie and him standing there holding it up so proudly like a good fisherperson should.

    You also proved what the attraction is to “working” with a small group–you don’t necessarily HAVE to have something with you to stitch on to have a good time.

  5. Me again–different day. I told DJ about your husband’s fish and the blog material last night (as we sat down to baked tilapia). He asked you had to clean it. I said it sure wasnt for that evening’s meal.

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