Samuel couldn't stop himself from snorting at what Blake said, giving a small shake of his head. "I guess this is the place to try if you really want to, I'm sure if you talk to someone about the Loch Ness monster you'll have no problems finding a 'chick." He joked, feeling a bite on the end of his line and quickly reeling in but half way to shore he felt his line go slack, grumbling slightly when he fully reeled in and found his hook empty. Begrudgingly he put a new worm on it and casted out. "I'm probably the wrong person to talk to about girls." 

Samuel looked over at Blake, almost physically sitting back from him. "Uh, not gay, I just don't see dating as a priority." He frowned a little before looking back at the lake. It was hard for him to explain, he wasn't good at making friends so that easily translated to not being good at dating but at the same time he found himself just not...interested. He focused on school and working on the ranch and the idea of letting someone into his messy life just made him want to avoid it even more.

"Well not super into it but I get it done," Samuel shrugged a little, "uh I help my Dad on the ranch and at the stable and I ride horses," he said, looking at the end of his fishing pole then down along the line. "I go to rodeos and compete sometimes but it's nothing serious. What about you?" He asked, figuring that was the right thing to ask.

"Homework party? That sounds like hell." Samuel frowned, did people really do that? It sounded...pathetic. He looked over at the fish at couldn't stop himself from chuckling, "wow, what a monster, good job." He said, pausing when he listed off baking. "Baking? That mean you're gonna make me cookies?" He joked.

Samuel paused, looking at Blake as if he was pulling his chain. "You can't be serious...that is....that's sad." He snorted, trying to hold back some gruff laughter. "I don't think there's enough alcohol int he world to make something like that worth it," he said, frowning a little when there was a tug on the line and then another, making him sit up as he started to reel in. "Peanut butter chocolate chip." He said, getting a little excited that he could be reeling in a big fish, but when it got close to shore he pulled out his line, finding a weedy covered stick on the end instead of a fish. "Are you freaking kidding me?" He muttered, grabbing the stick and chucking it back into the water.

Samuel snorted again, "looks aren't everything." He said, but couldn't lie and say that he wasn't just a little curious about what this girl looked like. Maybe he could get some more info from Blake whenever he had those cookies. He shot him a glare thought at the mockery of his 'catch' and looked back where the water rippled from where he had thrown the stick. "I'm not leaving till I get something." He said as he rebaited his line and tossed it back out into the water.

Samuel shrugged, he figured Blake was right, looks were often the first thing people were hooked on but for him, even though his eye could be swayed by pretty eyes or a smile, it was about the personality and if someone was ugly on the inside it made them look ugly to him on the outside too. "You can make cookies now?" He asked, pausing for a moment. He could swallow his pride if it meant cookies.

Samuel nodded slowly, looking back at the lake as a fish jumped out of the water, disappearing with a splash as if it were mocking him. "If you can 100% make cookies then I'll consider leaving." He finally faltered a little, telling himself he had plenty of time to try fishing later.

"Or just doing it now and asking for forgiveness later." Samuel said with a shrug, eyes narrowing when Blake started to reel in his line, feeling a little surge of competitiveness rise up inside of him.  He had to catch fish or at least something worth the time spent sitting out here. "We ain't goin' until I catch at least something alive." He grumbled a bit, as if his grumpy mood would change something.

Samuel chuckled a little, the feeling a little new to him,  "I do that with my pops but when he figures it out I always end up with extra stall duty." He wrinkled his nose but the few times he had gone against his uncles rules he'd had some memorable adventures...and had suffered a broken limb or two but it wasn't anything a cast couldn't fix...but then it just meant extra chores after healing. "I've got to catch something." He muttered, looking out at the water again when he felt a tug on his line and started reel in, sitting up a bit straighter when his line jerked back and forth until finally he reeled in a decent sized bass. "Oh hell yeah." He grinned.

There was no way in hell that Samuel was going to let this fish go, the second he had it out of the water and the hook out of its mouth he was thinking about how he could cook it, but again his idea of cooking it was roasting it over a fire and calling it good. He secured the hook on his line before setting his fishing pole off to the side and picking the fish up by its mouth, looking at it. "Oh yeah, we could definitely cook it." 

"Well I've saw a fish guttin' station so I assume we can." Samuel shrugged, figuring that if they weren't supposed to do that then they shouldn't have the station set up by the docks in the first place. He was a bit surprised when Blake said he had a recipe for cooking the fish but he wasn't going to argue and tell him that couldn't cook the fish. "I don't care if you cook it, I was just gonna roast it over a fire but you having a recipe beats that option." He carefully got up and picked up his fishing pole, keeping the fish in his other hand.

"Apparently, but there's probably something they're missing." Samuel shrugged, this was a summer camp after all and if it was anything like the school it was bound to be lacking somewhere. He raised an eyebrow as Blake listed off what he wanted to do to cook it and shrugged his shoulders. "Knock yourself out, I don't really know how to cook so do whatever." He said, chuckling a little when he heard Blake's stomach. "Hopefully one fish is enough for you."

"Sounds good enough to me." Samuel shrugged, maybe if Blake was as good in the kitchen as he seemed to say he was then he could consider being his friend...which felt weird in itself. Until now Samuel didn't have anyone he'd consider a friend except for Silas, but that didn't really count. He grabbed the rest of his things before heading back to where the main part of the camp was, the gutting station by the lake but behind the building that served as the mess hall of the place.