YAY! A spring-time fishing excursion to the bass ponds is always nice. Even better this time because of the enthusiasm of three new fishermen. ( I don't think the term is gender specific.) We like to check our gear before departure... here you are witness to Leafy making sure the net is large enough for the humongous fish he intends to catch. Check.
We decided to drive rather than hike due to the amount of gear, and the anticipated mountain of fish we would be hauling home.
Master Caster showed good form right away.
Leafy boy and his sister suffered through a few frustrations and outright equipment failures...
Even if you're having a bad day fishing there is usually beauty at hand.
And then, the unthinkable. The youngest, with the most worn-out gear, fishing in the least desirable spot, with the reject lure caught the first fish! (That fish turned out to be also the largest, and the only fish caught by our intrepid anglers!)
Even cute girls know that it's good fortune to return from a fishing trip with your hands smelling of success!
Having conquered bass fishing, our crew decided to put the fleet though maneuvers.
Master Caster soon mastered the helm.
This handsome young man recognizes that the secret really is all about looking good.
Sister Ya-Ya was by far the most powerful paddler on our team.
The pond is currently home to some very elusive (and tiny) diving ducks. We think this might be missing from one of them. We also peeked into a floating nest in the cat-tails. One speckled egg which we assumed belonged to one of the mud hens scooting around the island.
Fishing and boating was not enough for the two oldest adventurers... High- speed hiking was next!
However, the hill was very long, and our steed was swift, so we got to the top first.
Not sure why I included this shot looking back toward the pond... there is just something universal about a boy and his dog. 'til next time.