We borrowed a tackle box form my dad, and grabbed the boy's poles, packed a lunch and headed out the door at 9:15 a.m.
(Of course that was after I went grocery shopping at 6:45 that morning)
There is a pond in the main part of town that is stocked with fish. So we decided to fish there first to guarantee a catch before trying our luck in some river or stream.
It was crowded and the water was mossy and nasty, but we did catch one catfish. A lady held it for me while I cut the line because it had swallowed the hook, then she tossed it back in the water!
I was crushed... I said, "OH, we were going to take a picture!" The only fish of the day and some lady threw it back!
We planned to do a picnic lunch, but the place we were fishing at had free hot dogs in honor of Free Fishing Day. And the local store that provided the hot dogs also had a big drawing; and every child there got a prize: fishing poles, tackle boxes, lures, bait, big and small. The boys each got something small and then we headed for a short hike by the river.
We tried fishing a little, but the water was too fast and after 2 snags and having to re-hook and bait the line I gave up!
Tyler prefers throwing rocks in the water to fishing.
We made it home to Luck Peak area just in time for the road to be sectioned off for the Half Iron Man race. So we sat in traffic at 4:30 for about 45 minutes.
I've decided: It's not about how many fish you catch, but who you're fishing with!
I'm grateful to have Tory in my life. We've been married for almost 9 years. He is a wonderful man. I am blessed to have him in my life. He is the best Dad! He's always coming up with fun adventures for us to do! He takes care of us and he loves us with all that he is. He is my husband, my love, and my best friend! 
