Wow. Our little ex-vegan is full on fisherman these days. After a brief foray in Florida, he was hooked (har har;). He built himself a pole with bamboo and his knife and we sat by the water, waiting and waiting and waiting. Nada.
Gramps, always one to encourage hunterly pursuits, took P to Cabelas and got a little pole and they waited and waited and waited.
Learning how to cast
Multi-tasking cast practice
The next day they went back to Cabelas, got a better pole and some minnows and they didn't have to wait too long... Bass for dinner!
A friend came over to filet the fish and P was a bit shocked at the actual killing of the live fish part. He will, apparently, add some goodbyes and a small thanks ritual next time. But he insists that there Will be a next time, shock or no shock. And the fish he caught (6 biggies)? Grams fried them up yummy and the boy declared them the best. fish. Ever. If only Grams (a fabulous fisherwoman) or Gramps lived in Oregon, as Mama and Papa are ever so less eager...
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