Melissa has been begging me to take her fishing down at the pond near our house.
I, being the rugged outdoorsy type, came up with plenty of excuses not to go fishing. Until today.
We made a trip to Walmart, picked up a couple of inexpensive fishing poles and some lures and headed off to the pond.
Where we wet a couple of lines, fed some tiny little fishies some bits and pieces of worm and decided it was really hot. So we went and got ice cream.
Funny story about our fishing adventure: Another family was there on the dock fishing at the same time and they were packing up and leaving. They left their worms for us to use and we were glad.
The troutastic scented marshmallows we were trying to use didn’t make the fish even a little tempted.
The worms, on the other hand, sent the hordes of 4-inch long fish into a feeding frenzy.
The best part? Melissa and Sam had absolutely no problems putting the worms on the hooks. They stabbed them over and over to make sure they didn’t fall off.
The only problem is the fish didn’t really do much more than take lots and lots of nibbles. I don’t think they were big enough to actually bite the hooks we were using — which is just fine by me.
So, while we didn’t catch any fish, we caught a few rays and a few memories.
Now, if anyone wants to take my kids fishing, we have two poles and a stocked fishing pond just a half mile away from the house.
That's how we roll 