One might be inclined to believe that there's high quality bait and tackle being used, when in fact, the only thing our fish require are hot dogs, or as the case was on this particular day...
...a pack of pre-packaged lunch meat
and a Barbie fishing pole.
I think it's safe to say that our fish aren't picky. Unfortunately, one day you'll probably also be able to describe them as not picky, fightin' high blood pressure, and watching their sodium intake.
Or maybe fishing in your socks just makes you lucky?
And I can't forget to share that Hamp is now 4 months old! I still need to post his official 4 month picture, too. But I've yet to actually take it. So I'm going to take it this week...one day when he's not sportin' a too small onesie with spit up stains. Now there's a goal. And hopefully on a day when Kate hasn't told him that he smells like cheese. And yes, I'm still gonna put Sept. 24, 2010 as the date of the picture. In the words of Kate, "It be 'kay."
But until then, here's a little sugar to hold you over:
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