I need to teach Jeff to think like a blogger. That means, take more pictures. Even if the big one gets away while fishing, since AJ was involved, we're still probably going to get a story that's a keeper.
For the fishing opener, Jeff and AJ headed for their favorite spot in Carlton. As AJ described it, it's the place "with a lot of rocks where I found the pretend worm."
Alas, it was not their most successful fishing venture. AJ came home and announced, "Dad caught one little fish, but I didn't catch any."
"You got skunked?" I asked sympathetically.
AJ look confused. "No, I just didn't catch any fish.
Talking a bit more with AJ this morning about the fishing trip, he told me that one time a fish scratched one of their worms. He also said that the little fish Jeff caught was a bulleye.
I asked AJ, "A bullhead? Did it have whiskers like a catfish?"
"No! It was a bulleye."
"A walleye?" I guessed again.
"No. Bulleye," he insisted again.
I'm going to have to wait until Jeff wakes up to clarify that.
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