Friday, June 27, 2008

Mighty Fishermen

Brent, Hudson, Mitch, and Grandpa went fishing down on the river at a farm we're running this year. They hit the jackpot. Brent said he never had time to cast a line because everyone else kept him too busy getting fish off the hook and more bait on. On top of the awesome fishing, they saw a bald eagle, and hay brokers kept calling Brent and out bidding each other.

Yes siree, it was the kind of day the Brent deserves and finally got.

You can see Hudson being hysterical in the background. Apparently the flailing fish was too much for him and he went and sat in the pickup.



Proudly displaying their catch.

We had a fish fry and grilled up some darn tasty trout. It was complete with a spinach salad and fresh strawberry pie straight out of the garden. You don't eat any fresher than that.

2 comments:

Julia said...

That food sounds so good! That is so great that you can eat out of your own garden! I remember doing that growing up and I can't wait for that to happen for us someday!

Patty P said...

Glad to see that Hudson is braver when the fish are dead and still. Parish Papa is jealous that he wasn't in the picture too!