A boy, a bike and a pole

Or perhaps it should be titled "Three men, three bikes, three fishing poles and the Lake of opportunity. "

What a wonderful way to celebrate the last days of summer. A few miles of great bike paths, beautiful weather, a picnic lunch and the wildlife preserve to our right, echoing birds of every kind. It could not have been a better day. Watching my husband "talk shop" with the boys about the fish and the lures and the greatest thing known to a lake "THE BIG MOUTH BASS." It warms a mothers heart. It also doesn't hurt that I caught the first fish of the day and my sons think that I am cool. Funny how no one rushed to grab the camera for my little blue gill. There was a flurry of questions and bait changing though in the moments that followed. We also caught the worlds smallest trout. Upon his release I thought to myself "swim away, swim away.." Someone should do a study on the long term affects of Disney movies on the adult mind. Anyway, I will say goodbye to summer and hello to fall and add, as my oldest son said, "the fuzzy yellow bait that looks like a crawdad" to the next shopping list.


The lake



The big decision



The Catch