One fine morning this summer, the golf course opened it's doors? gates? greens? and allowed the children to fish in the heavily stocked pond.
We loaded up our fishing poles, tackle boxes, fish sock*, and water bottles and took the long walk over to the base golf course. We sure were tuckered out after walking 25 yards over to the greens! Phew!
*Fish sock - a sock you wear on your hand while holding a fish so you don't have to touch the fish directly. Fish are slimy, pokey, and smelly. Socks are abundant, often without mates, and conveniently available on your feet in case you forget to bring one along on a fishing trip.
Do babies go fishing? According to Paige they do.
(I love Paige's expression in this photo. I'm sure she's fussing at Jerry saying something like, "Dad! Wait! I want to pet/sketch/hug/coddle/poke/love my fish to pieces!" He was not deterred.)
(We didn't win by the way. Some dufus had a fish almost a full pound bigger than ours. The dork.)
Keep trying buddy, and one day you'll catch something bigger than bait!
Fish on!