When my Dad met Sam for the very first time, he brought him a fishing pole. The second gift he ever gave him was a t-shirt with a big goofy fish on the front. (The t-shirt was so big that Sammy has been wearing it at naptime for about two years and he still hasn’t grown into it.) My Dad has been patiently waiting for the day to come when he would be able to take Sam on his very first fishing trip.
Recently, Sam discovered his fishing pole hidden in the back of his closet. He showed a lot of interest in it around the house and with my parents coming down for a visit this weekend, it seemed like the perfect time to introduce Sam to the fine art of fishing. I don’t think my Dad could have been any happier. And it was fun to see how excited Scott was, too. I enjoyed watching the boys getting ready, though I think the anticipation was a bit much for Sam. He got in trouble a few times before we could get out the door and down to the river!
Here are a few of my favorite shots from our morning down by the river.
Scott was on a mission. I asked him what if it was just minnows nibbling at his bait. He said he didn’t care what he pulled up, as long as he pulled up something to show Sammy!
I’m glad someone was fishing. Sam was more interested in other things. Looks like these were the only fish he would be catching.
Whew! Was I excited when Granddaddy finally caught a fish! (That meant we could finally go home for lunch!) Sam was excited, too! We had no problem getting him to touch the fish. But holding the fish so I could take a picture was another story. It took a little coaxing because apparently the fish was “covered in filthy.” Thankfully, Sam took one for the team held it long enough so I could get one picture!
With a fish finally caught, Sam, Gramma and I could finally head back home. Scott and Granddaddy stayed behind to fight the good fight. I’m told that after we left, the fish really started biting. I think Scott said something about catching three. And of course they were all bigger than the first!
It was a long walk back to the car, so we stopped to rest and goof around for a few minutes.
We stopped one more time to take in the view.
Mom tried to teach Sam how to be a real fisherman.
But, bless his heart, the child is just a little too honest sometimes.
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