Our daughter brought the grandchildren Bryson and Laelyn down this week for a visit. Bryson was all ready for another trip to the local pond near our house to land some more bluegills. The humidity, gnats and mosquitoes were just too abundant for an afternoon trip so we opted for an early morning outing, which worked out much better for both of us. I worked on his casting skills on this trip for a little while, until I decided it was too hard for him to master at this time. I don’t want to rush him into doing anything that he is not interested in doing. There are always other trips that will help him with his fishing skills.
Got to get those red worms dug before we can land any bluegills. Digging for worms is about as much fun as landing the bluegills.
Selecting that just right fat worm. Bryson said it had to be a fat worm so he went through the dirt until he found that fat worm
First fish of the morning on that fat worm, this fish really had to be inspected, we looked at the eyes, gills and fins
This fishing is hard work, time for a quick snack, with peanut butter and cracker
Got to have that water too
Standing on the soft moss lifting this bluegill from the waters edge
He has learned how to land his own fish now, when that float goes under he knows to retrieve that fish
Trying not to loose that worm
This fat worm received a name "Oscar"
Sparing Oscar's life he gets to go home with Bryson; this can being his new home
It's always fun fishing with my favorite fishing partner