The fishing season is upon us again and we welcomed it with a hearty pancake feed at the local Fire Station followed by our annual derby. As tradition dictates, the skies were cloudy and the fish were picky, biting everyone elses fishing lines. Nolan took his job very seriously, maybe too seriously, and despite all of his hard work, he walked away empty handed. Thankfully Ethan had a better day, he caught one little bass (which we return to the lake) and another trout (which fed the family). It was a bit of a miracle (the boys were not that hungry), but it fed all 5 of us.
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