In the kids' opinion, no trip to Mississippi is complete without a stop by a local fishing hole.
Doug's dad has a generous friend who allows us use of his pond.
And with the way the fish bite, they don't see many fishermen.
Jonathan hooked this whopper right away.
(Ok, it was really just a trick of the camera angle).
Unfortunately, the kids believe that all fish are eagerly waiting to be hooked and have been sadly disappointed by having to wait for a bite at other fishing spots.
Josie caught several though as far as I know, she didn't lick any this year.
And old soul Matthew insisted on baiting his own line and unhooking his fish.
Jonathan convinced Grandpa to cook a few of the fish for dinner.
Once the miniscule bones were picked out, everyone got a taste of the goods.
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