The one that got away…

So David wanted to go fishing today after I got home from work. Despite the fact that the black flies almost carried both of us away, we had fun anyways. David isn’t even 4 years old yet, and he can cast and reel a spinnerbait by himself, over and over. (Although while casting he did hit me in the ribs with the bait once tonight). He didn’t catch anything, and all I got was a smallish pickerel (aka. lake snake) which I gladly released back into the scummy blackness of Paradise Pond. Good lad n’ dad time.