fishing at 4 in the morning

last week, on Sabbath, we ended up on 100 acres near yosemite practicing our aim shooting at apples flying through the air. my first shot knocked the apple propped up on the tree, and that was pretty cool to hit my very first target =)

when we came back and had dinner with our host's parents, i found out that we were going fishing at 4 on sunday morning! i had never gone fishing that early in the morning... actually, i don't think i've ever gone fishing besides that one time i went with m. for a 2-day trip into mexico. and that last time, we slept on the boat, so everyone could wake up to fish when they wanted to.

they laughed at me because i wanted to take a picture of the rising sun, but hey, i guess it's one of those things that i still find beautiful, probably because i never had to wake up to take care of the horses and cows before the sun rose, like my farmboy bf had to do while growing up. uncle was pretty funny to watch, because any time there were any ducks flying near us, he would hoist up a make-believe shotgun to his eye and pretend to shoot 3 or 4 ducks down. i woulda loved to get a photo of the multitude of ducks flying through the air but i was too busy being entertained by uncle so eager to hunt all living things near him!

on the drive home, i learned all about guns from my farmboy - he educated me on pistols, rifles, shotguns, where we get caliber (.22 is based on diameter, in inches; 12 gauge means that 12 lead spheres with the same diameter as the shell would weigh a pound), and i spent some time on the lake with a great family. i think it was a rather great weekend overall!