Memorial Day. The Hilljack Way.

We went back to Twinsburg for Memorial Day Weekend, and my what a weekend it was. The weather was perfect for boating on Lake Erie. 

So that's what we did.

Ahhhh. The majestic Cleveland skyline.

My dad's new boat is pretty sweet, even though it's a fishing boat. It's a flashy shade of red and goes much faster than one would think. 

Which might be why we were pulled over by the U.S. Coast Guard. 

They said it was just a "routine check," but I'm betting they write quite a few citations doing "routine checks." But, if they were looking to write a ticket, pulling over The Worlds Biggest Safety Geek was not the way to go. 

License? Check. Registration? Check. Life vests? Check. Throwable flotation device? Check. Distress flares? Double-check. 

Heck, he has an entire tupperware dedicated to all things "distress." As you can plainly see.

He also has a container labeled "piss bucket." But we won't go there.

La caught her very first fish ever. It was a good old Lake Erie perch, and she was using her badass Barbie fishing rod. She was quite enamored by that fish. In fact, she sort of helped grandpa reel it in and then she even stood within a 3-foot radius of it after it was in the boat. Go La!

I think she liked the boat.

It was a perfect Ohio weekend.

Oh! I almost forgot! I learned a valuable life skill! My dad taught us how to fillet a Walleye the hilljack right way.

Disclaimer: No ants were harmed in the making of this film. Also, David does not speak with that accent on a regular basis. Only on days that end in "y."