Shawn didn't take a fly-fishing rod to the cabin this weekend, thinking the water would be too high and muddy. As we were driving along it though he kept saying "it's fishable." He scrounged around and found this "pocket fisherman" fishing pole. Its delicate size made the fishing challenging.
The rest of us took walks and bike rides while Shawn fished.
We admired the blooming wildlfowers (shooting star)
Tyler liked sittin' by the river like a bump on a log.
Aaaand....Shawn successfully caught several trout and whitefish using that dinky rod.
As they say "it's not the size of the wand, but the magic inside it."
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