Tyler went fishing today (yes, he's feeling much better). We went fishing on Memorial Day but had no luck. He and Ben went a little earlier today and had a few more tricks up their sleeves.
Here's the little philly he caught, or black crappie to be exact.
So he brought the little guy home and we ate him. Poor little guy, never stood a chance did he! I still can't get over how cool it is that he went out and killed our dinner and brought it home to eat. It's so primative, like..."Bye honey, I'm going out to kill some dinner." Tyler's response was..."you've never fished before have you?" No, I have not.