Fish-less

On Tuesday afternoon uncle "Baja" Sam, recently returned from an epic expedition, took us out to the local watering hole to do some fishing and swimming. With cousin Cooper and grandpa along for comic relief and extra fishing expertise (not necessarily in that order) and mom along to record the event, the kids had high hopes of snagging something other than weeds.

Just going out in the boat was an adventure for the boys. Despite my expectations of at least one unplanned swim, neither pole nor kid was lost overboard. And Kenrick did a good job of keeping his jig out of the weeds, which is more than can be said for his dad. I was proud of them.

We saw lots of birds, including this Blue Heron.

And while the kids swam for a bit, the three Daddy's got a chance to hurl every combination of tasty bait imaginable into every promising hole and hideout.

But... NO FISH! Zero. Skunked. This is highly unusual considering claims of recent success by our guide, but on par with my limited experience. Better to start the boys out with a healthy dose of fishing reality, I guess.

We had a good time anyway. The kids will remember our mini-adventure, the sunburn will fade, and Sam's secrets are still safe.