The ol' man's always made sure we were together whenever possible on a stream somewhere for the first day of trout season. We've all missed a few here or there, but the tradition lives on year after year.
Jesse couldn't make it this year, but he sent my nephew along as his much cuter representative. I only made it out for about an hour, but I got to watch Alex catch a few fish (with Uncle Joe's help). Fishin' to me is just somethin' that I do when there's nothin' to hunt, but I managed to yank one in, just to remind Joe that I can do it.
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| The ol' man, still a fishin' ninja in his advanced age. |
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| Uncle Joe mighta helped with the first one.... or four. |
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| Under duress, I can still catch a fish. |
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| "Our" spot for the mornin'. |
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| He's a cute lil' shit. |
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| Expert unhookin' instruction from Uncle Joe. |
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