You Get a Line and I'll Get a Pole, Honey

Careful there! Move back from the edge of your seat! We don't need anybody requiring the cork from the moonshine jug passed under his nose after a gawking accident.

Now, the grand unveiling, a glimpse into the recently-decorated interior of the Fishing Lair:

Yes, it was formerly going to be the bottle shop. But Hick decided he didn't want to haul all of his bottles over there from the BARn. So he took a dozen or so fishing poles off the nails hammered into the studs of the garage wall right beside my pathway from T-Hoe's door to the garage people-door. Nails which, I might add, have ripped my flesh on more than one occasion, though I only asked my doctor for a tetanus shot ONCE.

Let's see what we have going on here. Of course the fishing poles are on the right. That bright orange one may be some kind of childhood Snoopy pole that belonged to Genius. Let the record show that these poles may or may not have dried worm skin still attached to their active hooks. You'd think Hick and Val were human octopi, or a couple of those Hindu deities, what with so many fishing poles per person.

On the rear wall is an old medicine cabinet which I've seen somewhere around here, though not in a bathroom. Not sure what's inside. Kind of afraid to open the doors. I'm guessing those candy/cookie dispenser/containers are full of bobbers. I see a plethora of stringers. A basket for stashing your catch. Some glass-framed lures. A ceramic bear in blue jeans and a hat (I don't know why), some framed butterflies and whatnot from the auction, and a wooden canoe (not suitable for going up any creek without a paddle).

On the left is not a big pickle jar, but a minnow trap. More later on that. The top shelf holds odds and ends of fishy treasure. And there's a stringer of three carved wooden fish that Hick got me for a present. I also have a carved wooden life-size scaly largemouth bass, but one of the boys knocked it off a shelf and broke the tail, which Hick glued back on. However, he must have forgotten that it's in the master bathroom on a shelf over the big corner tub.

The shiny electric-blue table/shelf? You got me. Maybe it's for cleaning your catch. Or pulling up an upended log and sitting down to feast on a Captain D's Captain's Fish Sandwich.

Here's a closeup of that minnow trap:

The minnows check in, but they can't check out! My grandpa used to have a light-green tinted one, more streamlined, that we put crumbled crackers in to attract the minnows. This one Hick bought from a guy in town for $50 because it's old. It still looks like a pickle jar to me.

So there you have it. The newest shanty in Hicksville.

Coming Soon: the next building project. Not that Hick has anything in mind. But with the Fishing Lair finished, can a new structure be far behind?