Midway through the week, one day fishing licenses were purchased and fishing was in store for the day. We drove down the highway from my parent's campground to a lake off the road to fish - Dad liked watching the cars as they rumbled by... Lasted for several hours - some fish, not much. I need to learn patience obviously. Granted, that is easier without a fussy baby who wanted to leave.
The sunglasses have ended their stay - they now have the potential to be toys... So cute though!
The pro can just sense the fish :)
Meghan's first encounter with a fish - unlike her mommy, she wanted to touch it!
Yes, I did catch two trout. Even put the bait on the hook myself - it wasn't/hadn't been alive so was willing. I'll cut someone open, shove my hand in places others wouldn't, but will not touch a worm or fish. Ick!
She had such a hard day, a nap was an essential - note the eeyore ears on her hooded jacket
Memma was on baby duty - until it was time to switch and let her show her fishing skills
That's how you do it!
Seriously, why do we live in Texas?
Yeah! Let's go home! I need to get down and move! Her cheeks got a little raw on that blanket and stayed that way until we got home. She wouldn't be her mom's kid if he cheeks weren't chapped and smeared with Vaseline.
Greg's contribution - caught a shrimp or something. That weird little tan thing on his hook... Some would just call it bait - but he's sensitive so let's not point out to him that he got beaten by a girl! Two of them actually. And my dad...
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Maybe you should move to Colorado?!
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