It started with my oldest son and his girlfriend. Last summer they bought fishing rods to bring down to the docks.
Now every one of the boys has a fishing rod of their own.
Honestly, I don't get it. I've fished once in my life, and I was bored beyond description.
But I was happy enough to bring my camera and watch them do whatever it is they do. There was much handling of worms. No thank you.
And fish. They touched the fish. Ick.
But they were outside, and they were getting along, and there were no electronics.
Just the lake and the fish. And older brothers teaching younger brothers how it all works.
And a surprise fishing friend.
*Update* After much comparing of images on Google, we've decided that our fishing friend is a weasel!