When Clara got to go on her first fishing trip she was just a little bit older than Lilly was for this trip. Two and a bit seems to be the magic age where little ones have enough of an attention span to handle a half an hour driving and still be interested in getting into a boat.

We headed to Grandpa Jack's secret lake on the Hancock property and worked on getting the new boat blown up. Once again, we were amazed by its size. It's freakin' huge. We joked it took up fully a third of the lake's surface. The other two thirds were covered with rings from rising fish so we knew we'd be in for good times.

Lilly and I paddled around a bit getting situated in the new boat and exploring the snack bag before Grandpa Jack got his belly boat in the water to join us. Pretty quickly we got a fish, albeit an appropriate Lilly sized one. We picked up one more that flopped around inside the boat to expected squeals and giggles of Lilly. Never fear, it was a successful release.

Grandpa Jack took the rod and caught a fish so we could all say we did well before heading home. On the way Grandpa Jack found a tiny green tree frog that elicited yet more smiles.

We rejoined the rest of the family at home and had a tasty pizza dinner during which Lilly talked about her fishing. Not to be outdone, Clara regaled Grandpa Jack with tales from her adventures in fishing at Scout Lake.

With such happiness at the end of a fishing rod it's no wonder we have more trips on the calendar.