WHAT I DID FOR LOVE...

If I were to list BC's Favorite Things, as you already know, Kansas State would easily rank Number One.   Fishing would rank an extremely close second and might even shove K-State aside if the fish were running--wherever it is that fish might run.  So, it stands to reason that Sun City Grand's "Hooked on Fishing" Chartered Club (it's pretty officious around here) would be closely tied to BC's "Favorites" list.

This Saturday, SCG will host its annual Oktoberfest, with the obligatory brats, saurkraut, entertainment, booths from various SCG Clubs and Interest Groups, tables displaying the wares of cool venders, and beer--which, I am sure, will help get me through the afternoon of my Hooked on Fishing Auxiliary Volunteer Oktoberfest duties.

Needless to say, the Hooked on Fishing Club is going all out this year with, not only a booth, but also a Casting Contest--Fly Casting and Spin Casting.  If you're a fisher-person, nice prizes accompany these contests.  In addition, since the fishing club loves to give away prizes, they are offering a guessing contest--"How Many Goldfish in the Jar?"  

When I heard of it, I figured what a slam-dunk contest.  How many goldfish can you actually put in a jar before the Humane Society taps you on the shoulder?  These are nice fisher-persons, they wouldn't be cruel to goldfish, so a no-brainer contest.  Right?

Well, imagine my surprise when the Chief Prize Fisher-person, showed up at our door with a huge sack brimming with goldfish cracker packages and a large food storage container.  Oh!  That kind of goldfish!  Once again it becomes apparent that I don't always have the biggest brain in the room.  But, it was my job, and responsibility, as a Hooked on Fishing Auxiliary Volunteer to accurately count these goldfish as I carefully placed them in the storage jar, and keep the grand total a secret.  A secret which errant fishhooks couldn't drag out of me.  But it beats wrapping seventy Christmas favors every year for the big HOF holiday party, so I was game.  Off to the counting table...

   

In the course of this operation, I learned a lot about goldfish.  I already knew that goldfish could make a Mom's life easier, and a Grandma's life a snap!  "Hey Jackson!  Let's share a bag of goldfish and watch Finding Nemo again."  Or "Collin, if I toss this goldfish can you catch it in your mouth?"  "Lauren, GG's got goldfish..."  They're a godsend!  I, however, never liked to eat goldfish.  I like nearly everything, but for whatever reason, not goldfish.  So, this was a great HOF Auxiliary Volunteer activity for me, because I learned there are flavored goldfish!  Who knew?

"Vanilla" Goldfish are happy goldfish.

   "Pretzel" goldfish are on steroids.

There are predator goldfish in some of the "Original" Goldfish bags--it's sick!  And, I think the guy in the upper right hand corner is coming back for more.

And now, just a few hours later, plus maybe one or two more, here is the finished product.  Good looking, huh?  And, sadly, I hear ya!  Unless this baby is secured to the table, it will be goldfish chaos by the time everyone has had a turn shaking, rattling and rolling this jar to guess the number.  And, I'm telling you--you let the bottom and top layers of predator "originals" loose among the vanilla, honey, and pretzel goldfish and it's going to get ugly at that booth.