Outdoorsman, I am not. Fishing? Not in the least. Yet, these city kids love the country life. And what is childhood without a trip to the local fishing hole where the bluegills bite like mosquitos on a summer night? These children should not be denied such an experience. However, when fish bite quickly then two bait-ers are needed. Husband, 1. Me, 2. Did I mention I don't fish???
Not only did I get to touch the squirmy worms and slide them on the hook. Yay me! I also got to cut the worms in half with my fingernail. Yummy. All so these kiddos can tell their fishing hole story one day. Now that is love.