He had us at 'mealy worms'. That's all Dad had to say to bait us the other day when the kids and I ran into him at the greenhouse. With a smirk on his face, he said, "I picked up some fresh mealy worms this afternoon...wanna go fishing?" It took me about 4 seconds to run through the following thoughts...'Not sure what I'm doing for dinner...Will has homework....there are no clean socks in my entire house....the dogs need to eat....' and I said, "Sure, we're in." It was the best decision I made all week. Here are highlights from our afternoon at the old fishin' hole.
Bait was discussed.
And fishing began...
Techniques were covered...
The pros discussed where the biggest fish might be hiding.
And then, tug!
Grandparents scrambled to offer assistance...
And Papa coached Sam,
'Ok, now keep the tip up,
reel him in slow,
let him fight you a little,
tire him out!..."
And before we knew it, Sam had caught his first fish of the season.
In a rare show of unforced affection, Will hugged his little brother and told him, 'Good job, buddy!'
When the fish flopped back into the water, Sam experienced a moment of deep sadness.
Which was quickly replaced with fisherman's pride. Here he is asking two minutes later, 'Did you see that fish I caught??"
Then it was Will's turn in the spotlight.
Look at the way this water beast is fighting!
What a workout!
Will proudly holds his mammoth trout before throwing it back.
Several more fish were caught.
And we decided it must be a good spot.
Guess someone else thought so too.
Can't wait to go back!