you and me goin' fishin' in the dark

Okay, so it wasn't really dark, but I always loved that song when I was little and it comes to mind whenever we go fishing. Which we did last night. With Ryan. For the first time. He absolutely loved every second of it, until it was time to leave. He loved the worms and the weeds and throwing the fish back in. He would scream "BIG FISH" every time he got a bite. It was one of the most adorable things I've ever seen. And the best part was he caught about 9 fish!


"I know it may have looked small, but it was really T-H-I-S big." Ahh...the fishing lies start at a young age, don't they?


Daddy helping him hold the pole, with Uncle Scott, and cousins Austin and Brandon fishing nearby.


Although he loved touching the worms, he would always yell, "EW!" when he picked them up.


This was the first fish he caught after I arrived, so it was probably his 5th or 6th catch.


Daddy was so proud that he caught his first large-mouth bass!