
Boys will be boys, this, I know. So, when it came time for Tyler's first fishing trip, there was no doubt in my mind that it would be an interesting one.
Last weekend, while up in Lake Wales, I discovered that I had 2 bags of old hamburger buns in the freezer that I needed to throw out. I had an even better idea: "Why don't we go feed the fish?" Our neighbor has a pond that he stocks with local fish, so why not go spoil the fish with a little extra breakfast? And so we did. But what started as just a fish feeding trip, turned into Tyler's first fishing trip. As we were feeding the fish, Todd (the Neighbor) yells, "go get a pole". OK! This was not your typical fishing hole, since the fish are used to being fed on a daily basis. All it took was to drop the hook in with a bread ball on it and out came a fish. It somewhat takes the fun out of it, but for a 13 month old, it was just enough action to keep him interested for a good 20 minutes.
The best part of all was not the actual catching of the fish, but Tyler's reaction to the fish once they were on the dock. Most kids would be frightened by a fish frolicking around on a dock. Not Tyler. He actually took a swat at the fish as if he were trying to gain control of them and tell them to calm down. He's too much. After about 5 catch and releases, Tyler was ready to move on to bigger and better things. One thing's for sure, I know where we'll be taking him when he can actually fish on his own. To him, it will be a great day on the water!!!! And so it goes...

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