As fish stories go, this is a cute one, we think. Our littlest Grandson was excited to hit the lake with Gramps, while his Big Sis and I prepared for a birthday party. He did look a little startled when I gave him a huge send-off hug and told him to have fun "catching dinner" with G'pa. Uh-oh; big mistake there!
Off to the lake went the men, first stopping for worms. Digging them from their dirt-y home was fine and fun for this four-year-old adventurer. Now, before I get to the fish, you must understand one thing:
Our lake has never produced anything but lots and lots of little sunfish; our Sons will attest to that! So, imagine Joe's surprise when the bass started biting. Well, Little One wanted no part of the fish, wouldn't touch them, and got upset when he really CAUGHT a fish. Maybe he was worried that I wasn't kidding? But not to worry.....
Gleefulness returned upon the release of Mr. Bass and friends. G'pa reports that watching them swim away was the best part of "the catch" for our little free-spirited Grandson. After three biting bass ("REALLY?"), worms became boring and tossing balls of bread to feed the Sunnies seemed to be more fun!
When I showed Daddy Bri this pic, his comment was identical to mine, "REALLY? That fish came from OUR lake?"
Go figure.
