While the Kaufman boys went squirrel hunting, I joined the Poxleitner/Uptmor clan and went fishing at their pond. I did a lot of fishing growing up. My Dad loved to fish and so whenever he was in charge of care during summer vacation, we spent our time together fishing. It wasn't just regular fishing-with-the-kids-fishing either. His regular rule was we had to catch our limit before we could go swimming. No limit, no swimming.
He did all the grimy stuff: baiting hooks, unhooking fish, bopping fish on the head, cleaning fish. Amy and I just had to reel them in.
So, I decided to share this tradition with ND.
Turns out I'm not such a great fisherman. I couldn't cast. I couldn't choose the right lure. I couldn't unhook the fish. But, luckily, Glenn was there to give me a few pointers.
And, luckily, the fish--they were biting!!
I managed to cast my line into the pond about ten successful times. And I caught 6 fish.