Real fishing

Yesterday (Saturday, 18 August 2012), we went fishing in Bird Creek.  It was a cool, sunny morning and the tide was incredibly high.  We got there at its highest point, and the mouth of the creek that spilled into the inlet was murky and deep.  I'm sure there were fish in there, but we couldn't see them.  It was my parents, Hannah, and me.  My mom and I spent a considerate amount of time sitting in our chairs; myself, I was reading.  Hannah spent a considerate amount of time splashing in the mud, as the tide rapidly ebbed.  My dad spent a good amount of time losing our lures as he tried to unsnag our fishing lines.  This isn't unusual for our family.  There weren't  many people fishing there.  I'd say there were more or less than 10 in the course of the 5 hours we spent at the creek.  The best part of our excursion was when Hannah's pole snapped in half.  Why?  Well, Hannah was attached emotionally to that fishing pole.  That's fine I guess, but it was a piece of junk, more like a toy than an actual tool.  Dad would ask her every time we'd go out, "Why do you use that thing?"  He'd say "It's a piece of crap."  If you tally all the times she snagged and compared it to the other fishers in our family, I think his opinion would prove to be fact.  That, or Hannah is just really unlucky.  It was funny when her pole snapped, though, mostly because she did a little dance to try to get our attention.   She was a good 30 yards or so away with rushing water between us and her.
After fishing, we came home and watched The Hunger Games.  Now, I know lots of people who think it glorifies children killing children.  However, if you've read the books and seen the movie, you could analyze it in a much different light.  You could take it at more than face value.  What I see is the way an ordinary person can be pushed into doing extraordinary things; how people can be so oppressed that they no longer fight for freedom, the pursuit of happiness, and other natural rights; how even in the lowest point, people can rise together, if there is desire strong enough.  It shows, to me, a wicked time and a hopeless, miserable situation in which something good began to flourish.  I'm not a critic, but that's my opinion.