I grew up fishing with my dad.  Many a Saturday mornings we fished at a friends pond.  I can still smell the smell of grape worms.  “Mmmmmm….”  We fished for bass most often.  We also had a pond across the street from our house and summers were spent there with neighborhood friends catching brim and other little fish whose names escape me now.

So it warms my heart that my daughter also loves to fish with my husband.  The boys can take it or leave it but she love fishing with her daddy.

Friday night we came home and it was almost dark and it was raining.  The perfect fishing weather.  So father and daughter pile up in the jeep to run down to the pond in our neighborhood.

About 30 minutes later they walk into the garage with this big guy…

Look how big he is compared to my daughter…

Hello mama!!!

Look at the mouth (and throat) on that thing!  Yuck.

(Somehow over the years my ability to deal with worms and guts has diminished quite a bit.)

After showing off their catch off again they went to put him back in the lake to catch on another rainy night.