My parents bought Oliver a fishing pole for his birthday a few months ago. My dad promised him that once it got nice out he would bring him fishing on his boat. SInce then, any time I casually mention that the weather looks nice out Oliver says, "nice enough to go fishing on Grandpa Macy's boat?" If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I'd be rich. My parents FINALLY invited us for a boat ride on Friday. My dad brought his tackle box to get his pole ready (it still had the safe rubber tire weight it came with on it), and also some worms he dug up on the back yard. Oliver was stoked!
Here is his first fish! Well, actually grandpa casted it and a fish immediately took the bait. "Here Oliver, grab the pole you caught a fish." I don't really count this as his first fish.
THIS is his first fish! He casted it, watched the bobber go down, set the hook and reeled it in all by himself. I couldn't believe it. Could a natural fisherman be born to a vegetarian mom and a dad that doesn't like fish?
We had so much fun fishing. Thanks mom and dad.
2 comments:
Yep, he just needs grandparents and friends to fix his fish for him!
Yay Oliver!!! all of that practice in the livingroom has paid off.
How sweet is this? I wish I had a Snoopy fishing pole so I could be out there, too!
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