Some of our farmer friends have an irrigation pond they stock with trout each year and they told us we could go fish there. So Trent thought it would be fun for the kids to do that last night. We only have 2 fishing poles. A grown-up size one and a kid size Pirates of the Carribean one. But we have 3 kids. (However, one of these kids this week is not ours, we swapped London for Isabelle's friend Andrea Ostler. London is in Seattle with Cassi Ostler.)
Trent being the very smart man that he is, engineered another pole out of a stick so everyone could have a pole. Brennan got relegated to the stick pole, being the little brother and the girls took control of the "real fishing poles". Well, believe it or not, Brennan caught the only 2 fish we caught all night and he did it with the stick pole and a salmon egg!! It was hilarious. Andrea was throwing a fit and wanted the stick pole now and Isabelle never having been present when a fish was caught before decided that she liked the casting and reeling of the fishing pole but reeled her line in at lightning speed to avoid actually catching a fish. It was too gross. Imagine how she would have reacted if we would have kept them and gutted them. We threw those lucky 2 fish back.
Of course, I forgot my camera to post pictures but I may be to convince Trent to go back tonight for some photos:)