What’s summer without a little fishing?
I remember the first time we took my little brother fishing. My dad, my brother, and me all piled into the car and drove down to the old fishing hole in the park. The moment his line first hit the water he was hooked (HA! That’s punny right there)! Here we are, a decade and a half later and he is sharing that love with my little one!
Now, Jake didn’t LOVE it like Steve did but he had a great time. He especially enjoyed holding the fish in order to throw them back in. He wasn’t a bad little fisher either! Beat his uncle 7-3! (IN YOUR FACE, STEVE!)
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