Three years ago, G-Bear learned how to catch a fish.
This year, she is quite the fishergirl.
This year, G-Bear staked out a spot on the end of the dock with great enthusiasm.
With help from Uncle Scott and coaching from Cousin P,
G-Bear dug out her own worms,
she cast her own pole.
she reeled in her own fish.
T asked her to smile for a picture.
G-Bear obliged, but then exclaimed, exasperated,
"Dad, you made me lose sight of my bobber."
Gotta love that competitive edge!
Happy fishing, G-Bear.