A couple of days ago we went fishing in the river. MT desperately wanted to use his new fishing rod and I didn’t have any excuses for not to go. It was a nice evening and there was no rain in the air. So we went.
Our river is rather wide one, so it’s a lot of places to stand throwing into the water. Most places we would need boots to reach, though, so we didn’t go there. But we still had to struggle a bit through the bushes and over rocks to try out a few different places. Once MT got stuck in a thorn bush, poor guy. He got himself out of it, but not without some scares and cries.
Since the river is rather shallow at the banks the fish hook got stuck in the rocks, MT had to wade out into the water to save his fish hook more than once, I think he found it rather exciting to go out in the river like that some places it runs rather wild (not that he would wade out into the river on those places) and he was so pleased of himself for not falling on the slippery rock, I sure would have. The last time the hook got stuck he wasn’t allowed into the water, since it was deeper there, so that was it for the fishing hook and for our fishing trip. And now we need to buy a few more hooks before next time fishing is the thing to do He’s already told his Grandma that Mama needs to borrow Great Grandpa’s old fishing rod to go fishing with me.
Time will tell; and we still have to figure out which one of us is going to kill the fish. My vote is on him….