Saturday, September 11, 2010

Something Smells Fishy

It's been a few months now since this new tradition began and I don't know what prompted it, but Andrew started taking David fishing on the weekends. Sometimes they go on Sunday, other times, Saturdays, occasionally both days and everytime they take David's papa. The three generations of Gross boys get their poles, buy some worms, and head out to Mitry Lake early in the morning. They return a few hours later, filthy dirty, smelling like sweat and fish, tired, and retelling the adventures and fish stories of the am. It's all for sport: they catch little Sunfish and throw them back. One morning they caught 15! David did have his own pole until he threw it into the lake. Now he helps Daddy cast out and reel in with Daddy's pole. David stands on the shore motioning with his hand and saying, "C'mon fish. C'mon fish." It's so sweet to see the excitement in both of my boys and know that they are making wonderful memories together.

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