Speaking of Big Ole CatfishThis place is so cool.It is ran by the Mennonites a couple of towns away. Here is the sign below. You just drive around and park along side the catfish pond of your choice. Then get to fishing! You bring them in and weigh them when your done and you have the option to get them clean and filleted if you'd like. All you do is bring them home and fry them up. YUM!!
This is my just turned teenage son. God Help Me!!! Mr. Attitude. A little aggravated that i want a picture and that he hasn't been catching any fish. Classic!!
Matthew was either locked in his stroller or Blake and I would take turns walking with him to keep him happy.He liked taking the fishing pole and splashing the water with it. Whatever floats your boat Matthew! I gave him washable markers, snacks ,you name it I tried it. Notice no shoes, no life jacket. By this point it was just trying to catch one more so we could leave.
This is disgusting, but i have to remember i am raising four boys. I can't say that in front of them. I can't be having a bunch of sissies in the house ya know.
This is disgusting, but i have to remember i am raising four boys. I can't say that in front of them. I can't be having a bunch of sissies in the house ya know.
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