Fishing with the Master

There are some days you never forget. Sunday was one of them for me. It was the day Grandpa Pud taught my boys how to catch a fish.

 From left to right: Bo, age 3, my mom, 58, Mazy, 6, and Grandpa Pud, 88

 The master

The apprentice

 "Reel it in, Bo!"

 "Come on, Mazy! Don't let him get away!"

 There's a bass down here somewhere...

 Success! The first and only catch of the day!

 Who's prouder? Mazy or Grandpa?

Thanks for a great afternoon at the pond, Grandpa. We won't forget it. And we hope it's the first of many more to come!