Would you believe I love to fish? Some of my favorite childhood memories are of our family fishing trips in northern California. This week my dad and I took the kids fishing for the first time. We reminisced a bit as we got the poles ready for the kids. At one point I said, "How did we (meaning my brother, cousins and I) do this without 'hooking' each other?" My dad's instant response was, "well you kids listened". What? Was he insinuating that his grandchildren don't listen?!!? Absurd.
Checking out the bait.
Anxiously waiting.
Learning to cast.
Waiting.
Waiting.
More waiting.
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