With a little help from our neighborhood friends.
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| It was a VERY good day for fishing. Ridiculous, actually. The boys were out there for hours and caught about 40 fish. It was to the point that one would cast and within 30 seconds had a bite, and while Mike was helping remove the fish from the line, the other would be yelling, "Dad! Come help me with this fish!" Two poles and not enough dad to go around. Too bad mom has a hard time getting fish hooks out and panics when she sees blood or a hook through a (fish) eye. I'd feel better if we were eating them. But to wound them and throw them back hurts my ethics a tad. |
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