Fishing with Voices of the Past

When the kids weren't playing in Papa's backyard fishpond...

They were fishing at the neighborhood pond across the street.

Cooper caught a fish on Daddy's fly rod for the first time.

And most of the kids pulled in fish pretty often.

They don't really like to take the hooks out though.

(This one was really stuck!)

And I'll go ahead and toot my own horn and say that Aunt Amy saved the day a lot.  :)

...which is good since even though my sister, Angie, reeled this one in, she didn't want to touch the fish to get the hook out.

Miles didn't catch one.

This photo is deceiving because it looks like his line is in the water while he waits.  In reality he spends most of his time 'fishing' asking for different bait, looking at his bait, walking to wherever someone else just caught a fish to see it or casting in the same spot ...and sometimes trying to cast towards a fish someone is releasing. 

He likes to touch and hold anyone else's catch though. 

So he wanders around, line OUT of the water checking things out.

And offering to release any fish that have been caught.

Sometimes Papa fishes with the grandkids.  My sister and I laughed while talking about how listening to Dad was like hearing voices from our childhood.  The things he was saying to the kids and even scolding them once in a while was very familiar... 

And we're pretty sure Dad was having flashbacks from our childhood too.

...as he untangled fishing lines!

Fishing is always fun.

But it's especially fun when you get to spend time with cousins while doing it.