On the hike back the fish started to really bite. Dad pulled out several whoppers within minutes. Brittney caught the 2nd largest fish of the day. Even little Caden (the youngest on the trip at 8) who only had a few bites, was able to catch a few fish on the way back. He gave everyone who was within listening range an earful of how great his fish were.
We found a nice spot and began to gut the fish. It took me a moment before I was ok with it (it had been a while since I gutted a fish). I loved showing Brittney the insides of the fish. She, at first, was excited about gutting the fish, but when it came time and she saw how it was done, she chickened out.
By the time we had hiked it was starting to get dark. I thought the ride in was scary, but going out in the dark was a nightmare. Dad had the time of his life driving out and scaring the rest of us. We were pretty tired on the way back, but made it home around 11:30. I was driving and Brittney wouldn't go to sleep because she was scared of the curvey, windy roads. She always would let me know if I was going to fast or getting too close to the the edge. Next time I'll know to knock her out with a couple of sleeping pills.