Sunday afternoon, Dave and Bob went out in search of pan fish for a fried fish dinner. They came back and put their catch in this small bucket before beginning to clean them. We went out to inspect the catch. Gavin wanted a really close inspection. Being fearless, he went right over to the bucket and grabbed a fish out before any of us could stop him.
He wasn't afraid to get up close and personal with the fish.
GrandBob, look at these fish.
Of course GrandBob was all about letting Gavin feel of the fish. Then he laughed that he would not have been allowed to touch the fish that way when he was young and that he would have gotten in trouble by not two, but four people (his mom and dad and his aunt and uncle). Guess Gavin needs to be glad "times are a changin' at the cabin."
This concludes my Minnesota posts. I know you're all going to be disappointed to hear about life in Texas for the past week and a half.
Gavin's apple didn't fall from the tree. Is this a fisherman in the making? The reaction of his Mom when he picked up that fish was equally funny.
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