One Fish Two Fish

During the summer, my friends with children think of the farm as their personal playground. Bart and Heather will show up unannounced on a Sunday morning, kids in tow as if I've been sitting around waiting to entertain them. I find this annoying, Heather thinks it's amusing - hey guys, I do have phone service up here on the hill.

Well, the boys know how to use the phone and arranged to bring Henry & Elliot up to fish in the pond. I wondered how much fishing two 3 year-olds could do, but no matter the dad's were gonna teach the boys to fish. Have ya ever seen two grown men casting Spiderman fishing poles with fish flavored marshmallows as bait and a plastic shopping bag for a tackle box? Anything you can imagine, the real deal is funnier. Not only two guys with cartoon poles (one came with a fake gold fish attached), but the seriousness in which they instructed the kids on the finer points of fishing - this is real man stuff, now pay attention. The boys were afraid of the fish when they came flopping out of the water and just wanted them to go back into the pond where they belonged. It hardly mattered, Bart and Jason kept casting until the many marshmallows were gone. I'm pretty sure this little adventure was more for the dads than the boys. In their defense, Jason is an expert fly fisherman and wouldn't be caught dead with a shopping bag tackle box on the river, and although I didn't know Bart fished he's got a swift cast with the Spidey pole.

Note to any anglers or would be anglers - we can't allow public fishing on the pond (friends & family only). Sorry for the tease.

Between the wish and the fish, life lies waiting.