Boys stuff

As we are not far from the family at present, we asked if our two oldest grandsons would like a weekend in the truck and maybe, do a spot of fishing. Well, of course they couldn't get here fast enough, armed with sufficient bedding, clothing, goodie bags and fishing tackle for a fortnight. All week the fishing had been quite fair but Friday it rained heavily all day and the river resembled a chocolate fountain but none the less, half hour after their arrival we went fishing. The evening was warm, and the light started to fade but both boys managed to catch a couple of minnows each in no time at all. It soon became evident that there was a pike close by, little fish making frantic darts to escape this marauder, getting airborne and landing on the water like a handful of thrown gravel. Imagine my surprise, when following a large splash "T" shouted "Grandpa. Help." His little four foot rod bent almost double as he wrestled with a pike. In no time the fish was off but the buzz and excitement that it caused continued well into darkness. Saturday, the weather was much more pleasant, it was warm with long sunny periods but sadly the river was still virtually unfishable due to its colour. That said, the boys had a fantastic day, pulling minnows from the water one after another, from about 08:30am until 6:50pm with only short breaks for essential things like toilet breaks and food. In the evening we all sat and watched "Merlin" on TV as the boys slowly unwound before bed. Sadly, most of Saturday night it rained again, making the river rise significantly and the daylight hours saw no break in the deluge. Fishing would have been both fruitless and dangerous and by midday the boys were on their way home, eager to do the homework that they had put off all week. So, to their Moms, sorry about all of the washing, and to the lads, hope you had fun, we'll have to do it again one day.