This morning Cooper’s school was sponsoring a fihing day at a nearby lake. We thought it would be fun to cast our lines for awhile to see if we could catch enough for lunch.
Here is Cooper grinning ear to ear–convinced that he will bring home the mother-of-all fish. There’s Jeff in the distance. I think he is hoping for a few minutes of peace and quiet from his 2 favorite chatterboxes.
Yes, we spent a whole 3 minutes sitting in the chair trying to catch the fish that were in front of us. After those 3 minutes were up we had to move to a more interesting spot. Of course, the fish must be better down below the bridge. But then again, that would mean that you have to leave your worm in the water long enough for an unsuspecting bass to come swimming along looking for a snack!
What was wrong with just standing on the bridge? See the problem is–we were there for yet another 3.5 minutes and then got restless. So, now we are thinking that up higher is better. Plus, Jeff had moved over and Cooper thought it would be novel to cast his line 3 feet away from Jeff’s. Did I mention that the smell of the bloated 3-day-deceased beaver just 20 feet from our spot is smelling rather ripe? Course, Cooper is more excited about tracking that thing down than actually fishing. I know . . . you are REALLY surprised at that thought.
I know you can’t figure out how this story ends . . . . .
So, I’m guessing I will have to tell you . . . . . .
We ended up leaving the cold, rainy, lake to head home so that . . . . .
I could fix us a great lunch and guess what? It wasn’t the fish that was got today by my two handsome guys!
