I try to get camping at least once a year. Twice is ideal, once is sometimes all I can pull off. This year my wife and son came along (staying at my dad’s) to accompany my daughter, my brother, me and a few friends.
This was my first chance to catch a trout with my son (beyond him being in a backpack). It was pretty damn awesome.
As soon as he had a taste, he told me he wanted to do it himself. We aren’t there yet.
The girl got in on the action as well. She stuck a few trout, most without my direct involvement, which makes me prouder than is reasonable.
What a great weekend.
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