FISH

Meat With No Feet

We saw this saying on the side of a food delivery truck in NYC.   Not sure if it is the actual name of a compay but I love it.  This past Saturday was opening day for Trout fishing here in Pennsylvania.  Very exciting.  Matthew strategically aligned himself with Buddy for a morning of fishing, which of course included a sleepover the night before (he probably thought brother and sister wouldn't notice).

Saturday morning they had to stop home to get appropriate fishing clothing for Matthew.  As suspected, the following conversation was had:

Bud:   does Jack want to come?

Me:    Jack {in bed sleeping}, do you want to go fishing?

Jack:  sure

Kate:  Bud, can I go?

Bud:   if you behave {not!}

Before I could blink an eye, each kid was dressed and ready to go.  I honestly didn't know I had such dedicated fisher people in my house.  Many hours later, the crew started to roll back home.  Good news ... caught 2 fish.  Bad news ... only caught 2 fish.

But this continued throughout the weekend.  The kids drug Buddy down to the stream again on Saturday afternoon and then again on Sunday afternoon.  And, some of the ski friends were fishing too.  Who knew fishing was so popular these days.  Cool.

Tracy