Mary took Owen fishing this morning. It was foggy and cold down on the lake, still lots of ice and very little open water.
Oma had to show Owen how to fish without jabbing the hook into his hand.
Next was casting and Owen soon figured that out.
I think he was using a little body language to tell the lure where to land.
One happy fisherman.
Must be something nasty on the line ........ weeds. Glad Oma knows how to get that stuff off without me getting dirty.
Maybe next time the fish will be biting.
Sunday, 16 April 2017
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