Fishing

Rolli has been talking about going fishing all the time lately.

Problem is we don't ever take the poor kid fishing.

Marshall, being the fabulous Dad he is, listened to his son's request.

And off we went...

Looking for the perfect fishing hole.

New gear and license in hand.

We had to walk a ways from our camp site.

And we didn't find the 'perfect' spot.

But we found a little piece of shore that pleased Rolli just fine.

This kid was in Heaven!

His patience is impressive.

Still determined to catch a fish.

Rolli's dedication to fishing out lasted the rest of us that day.

Daddy and Vivian casting a line.

These two captured my attention better than the fishless stream.

All smiles...

and no fish.

Marshall and I where finally able to convince Rolli that the fish weren't biting

and we started the walk back to our camp smelling like skunk.

Spotting this bicolored caterpillar was a nice reward for having to leave the fishing hole.

Rolli and Daddy fished some more back at the camp site.

And he still wants to go fishing again!