Monday, October 3, 2011

Fishing is a contact sport....

 Daddy and Mama decided to take Little Man out fishing this weekend.  
 He got to use the fishing pole his Papa bought him this past summer in Yellowstone Park.
 It was a near by pond to go to with plenty of HUGE fish Camden could catch.  Right.
 Daddy helped him with the line and sinker.
 He was very patient as good Trouters are supposed to be.
 Mama loved seeing her two guys out fishing.
 And then?  Disaster struck.  Camden tripped over a rock and got a great big Owie on his head.
He shook it off, of course.  He's a guy.  They do things like that.

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