During our anniversary weekend, Dale and I spent some time at the National Fresh Water Fishing Hall of Fame! And while Dale was ambivalent to stopping there I needed to see the giant fish! I had to go inside! I was reluctant to spend the $6 to gain entry to the giant fish (I dislike paying for roadside silliness) but what this place lacks in, oh, things not relating to fresh water fishing, it makes up for with kitsch and a surprising amount of heart.
There she is. My personal Moby Dick. Call me Ishmael because I had to conquer her! In addition to this giant beauty the gardens of the property are filled with fantastic smaller (thought still giant) fish and plenty of photo opps.
We decided to view the museum portion of the Hall of Fame first. Dale was surprised to love it. He spent a lot of time in the Motor Graveyard while I patiently waited to meet The Fish. Here is Dale touching the same kind of motor that steered his family’s boat when he was a child. There was also some charming areas where real fresh water fisherman could show off their best catches. It was pretty adorable to see so many photos of happy fisherman showing off their best catches.
There I am! I have conquered her! The belly o’ the fish is filled with the names of all the happy fisher-people that made the hall of fame possible. It was ridiculously cute and charming and I, weirdly, thought it was one of the best random museums I have ever visited. And that’s saying something!