Tony has been trying to be a fisherman for about five or six years. He goes out a few times a year and gives it a go. He has a friend that is very experienced that got him hooked (hee hee) and he definitely has the desire, if not loads of time to spend. Maybe someday it will be a regular thing for him, I think he would like that. Recently, when Emily and I were on a volleyball weekend he took his youngest three out for a day of fishing. It was kind of a practice day with a few new poles. Eva looks like she was having a good time in these photos Tony took with his phone.
This is McConnell State Park and it was a lucky day for the fish (if any actually exist), not so much for Tony or my kiddos coming home empty handed. But I know the humans sure had fun trying.
I love that my husband is a wanna be fisherman. I love that he takes my kids fishing. Love.
Some of my best memories as a kid are fishing with my dad. Well no, not some of my best, just my best. There is nothing that compares to the way I remember being with him on the Caney Fork River with my sister Renee. We caught fish for days, no kidding, days. And we loved every single minute of it. I wish I had some pictures to share of the time we covered Meme's patio with all the fish we caught. The sounds, the smells, the sun and the swimming, all those Dr. Peppers! Hearing my dad say "trash! pole down!" when we were trolling. All the times that he had to get our lines uncrossed, looking for snakes in the trees when we got too close to the shore. All the times that we explored caves on the river, and all those stories he had to tell. Man I'm sick for my dad, my sister, and Tennessee right now.
That's my baby, she's fishin'
