Waylon has been practicing his fishing on an old reel of his Daddy's. daily. Just a reel. Reeling. Fishing line everywhere. Really, everywhere. It's a good thing I'm so OCD about picking up after playtime or I would need several new vacuum cleaners.
We packed up his tiny pole and our tackle box, and a plastic bag for the potential catch and hit the road. Waylon singing his tune about Juice was the soundtrack for this short trip to the locally stocked pond.
Fist cast, a slow reel, and he had a nibble. A tug...then nothing. Another nibble. A tug...then nothing. His first fish was playing hard to get and Waylon started laughing as the bobber was being played with. Eyes wide open, Waylon finally caught his first fish! A sweet little trout with a big jump. And boy was he excited!
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