This would be one of Noah's highlights from his first four years of life--fishing with Uncle Duane. Noah's very first cast (or if we're being picky, Duane's cast) brought him in a humongous catfish. It took around ten minutes for him to reel it in (or for Duane to finally bring it on in) and Noah was so proud. For the three hours we were there, Noah caught around ten fish. And after three hours, this is what Seth could catch from the stocked pond. Mitzi caught a HUGE one, plus some and I caught a couple little ones (with Duane's assistance, of course), but Ian wasn't so much interested in the fishing as he was swimming with the fish. He attempted many maneuvers to escape and jump in the water--the forward direct approach, stealthily crouching backwards, hurling himself towards the pond's direction and rolling down the hill. He was as unsuccessful as Seth's fishing prowess. Ian thoroughly enjoyed watching the worms and seeing how far the worms would stretch. We discontinued playing with the worms when he said, "gummy worms!" and tried to get the worm to make a beeline for his mouth. Again, unsuccessful, but still quite entertaining for Ian. Thanks Mitzi & Duane for being amazing fisher(wo)men and friends!
