On Saturday, my husband took both boys out to fish. It was the first day of Trout Season. Our one friend knew of a good spot to fish. The creeks had been stocked for the opening of the season and they were confident that they would catch some trout.
My husband woke the boys at 6:30 a.m. They were not too happy about the early wake up. (That is earlier than they get up for school.) It was considerably chilly that morning, so my husband had the boys grab a few extra layers. Grumbling and tired, the boys made their way to the car.
Two of my husband's friends had come to pick him and the boys up. I woke up shortly after they left. I enjoyed the quiet morning. We were having people over that evening, so I spent the morning cleaning and baking.
Around 10 a.m., my husband called to say they were on their way home. I asked if they caught any fish, but they hadn't. My husband's friends had caught one trout each. He tried to leave the trout with us, but we are not big fish eaters.
When the boys came upstairs, they were wet and muddy. I had them remove everything they had on in the laundry room. They were freezing, so they put on clean, warm clothes. My husband and his friend told me about how well the boys did fishing.
Even though the creeks had been stocked, it had rained a lot the night before. The creeks were so high, which made it more difficult fishing. They had been fishing at a creek near a field. Apparently, some cows were wondering near my husband's fishing gear. The boys got a big kick out of the fact that the cows were licking his tools and glasses. My husband said he told the boys to scare the cows away from their things. (I don't think our 80 some pound boys would be very scary to a cow.)
The boys enjoyed fishing. Bob has already asked my husband when they could go again. I am glad that this is something the boys can do together. I am glad that my husband found something that they can all do together.
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