Rites of Passage

I think there's something about boys and fishing.... I'm not sure what the appeal is....

Long hours in the baking sun with nothing happening?

Physical exertion pulling the fish in?

Slimy fish jumping around half dead?

Small hooks that may become embedded in your finger?

So much to love! No?

Then I look at photos of the weekend when my boys, Daddy and Pop fished and I'm glad they have the opportunity.

And Flip caught the biggest fish!