This past week, Ashlie and I took the kids fishing at East Park. It was a really nice day up there. It was cool with a little bit of a breeze. Now one might think that sounds like fun. Well, it's not that it wasn't fun- it was. We just should have left the fishing part out. The kids were so excited to go that when we got there, they thought they should have been able to hit the ground running with a working fishing pole and be able to cast immediately. (Did I forget to mention earlier that there was no dad there to help us figure out what the heck we were doing.) Once we got lures and swivels tied on (which took a while with kids asking every 5 seconds if it was ready) we were ready to go. Mccoy went to cast- nothing. His line was tangled inside his reel. I didn't even want to try to figure out that one, so his pole got put aside. He grabbed another one and it worked, but he couldn't figure out how to cast so someone had to do that for him everytime and then he would reel it in. Lindsey cast hers out for the first time and got it half way reeled back in and then- nothing. Her lure was stuck on a rock. We had to cut the line. By this time she was not interested in fishing anymore, she saw Lauryn in the water and decided that's where she would go. Autam did a little fishing, but she thought playing in the water was a better idea also. Moral of the story, next time leave the poles at home and bring the swimming suits.
Lindsey and Lauryn waiting for some lunch.
Kids keeping cool in the shade, and Autam enjoying a s'more.