John Paul led the charge on this particular fishing expedition.
Three large sticks, no fishing line, no hooks, no bait.
Safety first around here. Incredibly, no one smacked another with a stick. Our only injury was John Paul (he's definitely the clumsiest... sorry buddy, but it's true). So head over heels infatuated with his stick that he forgot to look in the direction he was headed (a common mistake for this guy) and walked right into a piece of playground equipment.
They never did catch anything. But they had a great time trying.
And one last pic that's just really fun. A new favorite is to wear one of Matt's tshirts as pajamas. It's one size fits no one but they are just so cute anyways :)
And proud to be 'just like Daddy'.
2 comments:
I recall many an afternoon fishing the Goose River with their Grandpa Luther. Sometimes we had a bamboo pole, white store string, a hook, a few earthworms. The yield was much the same as these three fisherman. Nothing. Oh, we may have snagged a bullhead...yah, nothing. LOL love BN
Been watching the shared photos - love these of the boys playing with sticks in water - a right of passage.
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