Fishing with Daddy

Andrew has been asking to go fishing for months and Eric has struggled to find a good weekend to go with him that it wasn't freezing cold or pouring down rain or so packed with activities that there was no time left.

But since this weekend was nice and Oliver is home and doing well, Eric decided to give fishing a try. He took the boys to the juvenile pond at Jennings Park so they could give it a try. They had freshly stocked the pond so the odds were good that they boys would catch something.

At first it was slow going and nothing was biting but then Andrew got a bite and things got really exciting from then on.

Zane ended up catching one big fish and Andrew caught two smaller fish. They were both so excited but they showed it in different ways. Andrew was excited but in a calmer, more reserved way. He probably would have stayed at the pond and fished for the rest of the day.

Zane was apparently so excited that he started doing a dance. A jig, right at the side of the lake. I didn't see it but he is pretty wild so I can only imagine that it was quite a sight to behold.

Once they got home they faked me out with dejected looks about how they didn't catch any fish. Then Zane comes flying up the stairs and THROWS a bag of dead fish into the living room. After the initial shock (and yelling about how fish guts don't come out of carpet and stink to high heaven) we headed outside to take some pictures and clean fish.

The girls and Reid were all very excited for the boys. Although I think Gwen was a bit like me (slightly disgusted) and stayed inside. Lucy and Reid watched the fish cleaning and helped prep the fish for eating tonight. It will be interesting to see if the boys actually eat their catch. Last time they caught fish, years ago, they wouldn't touch it afterwards. But they are so proud of their fish maybe they will manage to eat it this time.