Go Fish!

Marty indulged the boys and me and took us fishing. It's not as simple as Opie made it seem in Mayberry. It entailed not only buying the paraphernalia, but buying a license AND putting the blasted poles and fishing line and reels together. I'm glad the boys had a blast, because it did Dad and Mom in; we haven't been back to the fishing hole.

The boys really liked chasing the ducks around too. The simplicity of childhood. I remember fishing with my dad when we went to Grandpa Larson's cabin up in Banner Elk. I LOVED it. I think I just need to get used to it again.