Fishing with Grandpa

At Bri's request, Grandpa Don and mommy took her fishing. The trip started out with a special treat; thanks to locking airbags, Bri could ride her booster in Grandpa Don's truck. The drive alone brought on major cases of the giggles and "look at this!". She had never been so high up in a vehicle, let alone able to see the entire view.

For bait, we used wax worms. Here you see Bri pointing to them.

She would go as far as to hold the container of worms,

but was really not interested in touching them.

She did, however pick out the "right" ones.Obviously her choice in bait worked. Here she and Grandpa are posing for a shot with her first fish of the night. Notice how she's leaning away from it?

She still will have nothing to do with touching them. Unfortunately, you can't see her face; but Bri is facing the shore and shouting

"Here fishy fishy...glub, glub"I absolutely love this photo. It gives me a smile each time I see it. Bri loves to do everything just like Grandpa. See how she's standing on the ledge in the boat, just like him?Bri is an expert at navigating with the fish finder. Every time she sees a blip she say "that's a big one, get it Grandpa!"Watching the bobber.

I even manged to get a line in the water a few times.Silly face! Look how dark it is getting in this picture. Grandpa kept saying "Bri, do you want to go home?" and she'd always respond. "Nope!" Toward the end of the evening it was getting a bit chilly,

Bri pulled her fleece over her life jacket.