Just like always, the kids have been dying to go fishing. When can we go? When can we go?
Sheesh. You'd think they were channeling Grandpa Jack.
So we went fishing. Cougar Lake was our destination. It's got other names, I'm sure (especially the ones on the map), but of course it's a secret. Super secret. Even qualifying as a sekrit. Yeah. Seriously secret.
It's a 45 minute drive on dirt roads, but the kids serenaded us with a variety of school yard rhymes that made the time just fly by. The final stretch was a wee bit overgrown, but the only thing that was scraped off Grandpa Jack's Jeep was the thick layer of mud we had acquired on the drive up.
On the lake itself I had the three kids in the Queen Mary with me. Grandpa Jack was all alone in his belly boat. His huge, spacious, empty belly boat. I was hoping I could row so we could get where we needed to go, but Clara would have none of that.
And Lilly would have none of that.
And then Henry would have none of that.
Finally, I put an end to all of that and set a schedule.
On the upside, Clara did finally remember how to row and was pretty good at getting us to the right spots. So good, in fact, that we caught six fish in an hour and we missed at least four more. Grandpa Jack got two, but that's now how Clara presented it:
He got four. Two fish, a tree, and sticky frog eggs.
It's true. The tree put up a heck of a fight and in the end broke Grandpa Jack off. Still, he was close to landing it so we'll give it to him.
As for the eggs, that's part of science. Oh, sorry. I meant SCIENCE. Stay tuned.