“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.”
John Buchan (Scottish Statesman and Writer best known for his swift-paced adventure stories. 1875-1940)
TIME: 5:17 PM
PLACE: Bunker Hill, IL
StellaDella had her last T-ball game of the season this afternoon and when they were finished we headed out to my brother-in-law’s for his granddaughter’s high school graduation party (HandsomeHusband’s grandniece). They have a lake that was well stocked with fish and very generously lent the kids fishing poles and let them try their luck. SD was in heaven and MonkeyBoy enjoyed himself too. At first DQ didn’t want to fish, but changed her mind and joined in after her sister caught a blue gill, or as SD called it, “A blue-gi-oh” (not to be confused with Yu-gi-oh). I even got a nice smile from DQ as she was fishing – shocking. SD caught one more “blue-gi-oh” and while DQ and MB each had plenty of nibbles, they did not catch any fish. Maybe next time.