He is forever fixing twisted lines, freeing hooks from unseen rocks and branches, baiting hooks, giving instructions and repairing poles. By the time he gets a chance to fish, we are all hungry and tired and ready to call it a day. Poor guy. And when he is given the opportunity to go by himself, he doesn't seem interested. What have we done to him? Maybe when he is 60 and retired he can rekindle the flame...
In the meantime, here are some pictures of the action pack sport of "casting"...
Let's be honest here. Lauren and Grayson don't get along a majority of the time. They are the same age, born on the same day. Both are stubborn, smart, and independent. But once in a while, the planets align, and they are best buds. This outing produced such an occasion as the two shared a fishing pole. Yes, you heard me right! Shared! One would take a turn at casting and reeling in while the other patiently waited, even giving a supportive cheer at times. After that turn was over, the other would say "my turn" and they would exchange. This went on for some time while Hollie and I observed with wonder. What a great day!
I don't know what Lauren is doing here, but it sure is cute! I think she might be trying to see her dad and siblings down the shoreline. I sure wish binoculars really worked like that.
4 comments:
Hey you updated! Chad should take them to the Anthem pond next to the park. Tyler swear that the kids spend more time unhooking the fish than anything else.
Still partying, I see! Looks like great fun!
Glad to see you are finally back to the blogging world!
Sorry no fish! At least you had some good quality family time together!
Love this post! And not just because my kids are in it...
That picture of Lauren with her nose all scrunched up is too cute!
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