The boys went fishing at my grandpa's farm a couple of weeks ago. I tagged along.
There wasn't very many fish being caught that night, only one the whole night, but that didn't keep us from having a good time!
Henry spent most of his time rounding up, and playing with, a bunch of frogs. Sadly, he ended up using them for fishing bait. That's the part of fishing that I just can't handle.
Josh spent his time squirreling around with anyone who would pay attention to him.
I spent my time socializing and trying to ignore the poor goldfish and frogs that had a sad destiny awaiting them.
The best part of the night, though, was the fireworks.
The farm is technically in the county, but it's almost totally surrounded by city. That means we had fireworks going off on three sides of us.
It was an impressive show!
Definitely one of the best fishing trips I've gone along on--not that I've gone on very many!
