Here Fishy Fishy...

Nothing beats fishing in your own personal fishing pond; where the fish get feed 3 times (32 oz.) of food a day, where you don't have to have a permit and you have the best company ever!

The last couple of days, Opa (Dan's Dad) has been calling us to let us know that the poles are ready and the fish are ready to be caught, so this afternoon, all 6 if us piled into the car and headed over to see Opa and Oma and catch us some fish.

What a great surprise...Sam, Baylie, Ashlin, Whitney, and Olivia (all cousins) were there fishing as well. We all took turns trying to catch Opa's rainbow trouts, but after a bit, the kids wanted to throw rock in the creek or pick raspberry's...lost of interest.

The fish just weren't biting...

...that was until I took hold of the pole...

...I hooked it...

...Reel that baby in... It was fighting, but with the "help" of Mackenzie,

...we were able to net the fish!Here I am with Opa with a arm around me. He was proud of me after the first fish I caught, but after fish number 2 ( that one measuring a whooper 20 inches) and fish 3, Opa was really impressed by my hidden talent. He even asked me what my plans were this Wednesday. (that is his scheduled weekly fishing trip with his friends)

I know what you might be thinking...no not Christy, she not into smelly slimy fishing, but you are wrong! My dad would takes us all the time growing up and we really enjoyed it, but he would put the worm on and net the fish, and I am proud to say, something things never change...

I can catch them as well as any fishermen, but don't ask me to touch them!

Thanks Opa for the great afternoon and letting me rub it into Dan's face for not catching anything (his excuse was he was taking the pictures, whatever!) Call us again when the poles are ready, we'll be there for sure!