Three Fishing Trips

 So after finding out that we'd be back in Idaho for the Fall, (yeah, didn't get into any PhD programs, but we're not going to talk about it) we decided to go ahead and buy some Idaho fishing licenses.  Of course, I've talked about our fishing experiences before, and I guess I'm just always hoping things will get better.  The kids have also been playing a few fishing games on the wii, and won't stop begging me to take them fishing for real. (Yes, I did explain to them that it's very different than the game, but I wanted to get out of the house anyway.)

Well, the first time we went was a beautiful evening... but that's about all it was.

 Yep, skunked again.

The next time we went fishing actually started out as an impromptu walk/picnic with a good friend of mine and her kids.  I called her up to go for a walk, and it just so happened that her husband was already there fishing.

We never did end up going on that walk, I was suddenly too interested in fishing.  She probably thought I was weird.

My four year old, laying on the charm.

 Well, it just so happened that we hit the timing just right.  When we got there, her husband told us they had just stocked the ponds that morning.  He was catching them right and left!

I love the face she's making. (And the pink stained shirt thanks to my son's generosity with his Powerade)

 Since I still had the stuff in my car, I thought we'd try our hand at it too.  Soon after they left for an appointment, we caught one!

He knows how to make 'em look big. It was actually a little too small and we threw it back.

He didn't appreciate the flopping.

Poor thing was nearly squeezed to death.

They didn't care for the sliminess either, but my four year old figured out how to avoid that one.

 Our trip was cut short, however, by a sleepy baby and so we went home with the promise we would come back with daddy after he got home from work.

Sure enough, when we went back that evening our prime fishing spot was taken.

The baby was kept busy for a little while, but in the end kept daddy from getting his fair share of fishing in.

Finally, success!!

 
Again, slightly larger than an anchovy, this one was set free to be caught another day.  I'm afraid things slowed down after that, and we didn't have any keepers, but it was still fun.

And I only got one hook stuck in my hand.  Success indeed.