Kendell's been dying to fish.
More accurately, he's been killing me with his desperate desire to stand on the dock for hours on end waiting for the nearest fish that thinks worm ala hook seems yummy.
Needless to say, we went fishing. Does it make me wrong to have enjoyed watching him struggle with dry heaves while baiting his first hook??
...Sometimes revenge is best served wiggly...
I have truely never understood fishing. My husband loves it and can't wait to take our daughter...I say great-I'll stay home and read a book!
Michele says hi!
First time I ever took my son fishing, he was about four. We had a cheapie kids rod. I helped him cast out and he would reel in. At the end, he wanted to cast it on his own. I hesitated, then let him, and he promptly threw the rod into the pond. I was able to retrieve it, but I wasn't happy.
I DON'T have the patience to wait and wait and wait and wait till some idiotic fish eat the poor suffering worms.
rofl @ your glee
but you are right; you can be a real fisherman unless you bait your own hooks.
give the little guy a break! he's out there trying! my nephew was too chicken to pick up a fish when he actually got it onto the dock.
but yeah, nothing wrong with enjoying the initiation.
just wait til he catches it and then he has to gut and clean it.
I'm a recovering single mother trying desperately to see humor in my day to day toil while simultaneously avoiding reality as much as humanly possible.