The Redneck Convention

A few Saturdays ago, we decided to attend the International Sportsmen's Exposition for our Super Tuesday family activity.

Why you ask?

Well, because since we have been married I have repeatedly asked Marshall to take me fishing. Numerous times every summer I ask him to take me. I suggest we camp and fish. I WANT TO GO FISHING!

And it has never happened.

Well, I was watching the news and they were talking about this expo, and all I noticed was that there was a large pool full of fish and people could FISH right there in the expo. I didn't care what the admission price was, we were going.

The next day we jumped on the internet to learn a bit more about it before heading over, and noticed that this expo had a whole lot to do with hunting. We needed to fit in.

Wes wore his camo shorts. He's the only one in our family with camouflage. Marshall and Carly wore bandannas. We felt like we fit the part. Carly even had a complimentary black eye from when she fell off the couch the week before.

We couldn't believe how much camo there was! And these people weren't joking. I mean, head to toe camo along with the orange vest thingy to keep other hunters from shooting you. I wanted to say "hey, buddy, no one is going to really be shooting in here."

But it was So. Much. Fun.

And I got to fish. Didn't catch a thing, and they only gave us 1 pole and 10 minutes. But it was awesome!

Afterwards we headed to Russ and Star's to watch BYU lose in the second round, and while we were there, we tortured the cat.

And Carly, once she fell asleep.

It was a fun Super-Tuesday Saturday.