So we went to Texas for spring break. Scratch went. DROVE. We DROVE to Texas for spring break. We went to visit my dad at his place near Tyler. The boys were suffering from withdrawals from their PS3 and were forced to explore their grandad's farm. They decided to try their luck at fishing. John loaded up all three kids and took them to the fishin' pond. (It's hilarious to hear him tell the story--the kids kept him busy baiting hooks, untangling lines, repairing fishing poles and the like. Not quite the reflective fishing trip you might imagine.) Halle and Grayson soon tired of the exercise and John brought them to the house. Parker was told that he could stay and fish until "dark." (I love the world with no time.) Around "dark" I sent Grayson to fetch Parker. When they finally came back, Parker was proudly carrying the fish he'd caught. I was so impressed with his persistence!
Needless to say, Parker was so energized by his catch that he said he wanted to go fishing again the next morning. It required an early wake-up, and honestly, I thought that he'd roll right back over after his grandad woke him up. But, to everyone's surprise, he got up and went fishing. As the rest of us were finally getting out of bed, Parker came back from the fishing pond with his catch of the day......a 10 LB BASS!!
Wow! What a catch! I think I'd pay a million bucks to have seen him pull that thing out of the water. He was using a broken pole with a 8 pound line. He also told me that instead of reeling the fish in he sort of just backed up to get the thing on land. Getting it into the bucket was an experience all on its own. I don't know how he pulled this off, but to his credit, he did!
Here is Parker and his grandad posing with the fish. Evidently it's quite a trophy as we are getting the thing mounted--all 10 pounds and 27 inches of it. Stay tuned until next fall to see it mounted. (The taxidermist in White House, TX, was quite backed up. And that's a story entirely in and of itself.)