Tomorrow will mark 7 years since my brother's passing. The first couple of years we bowled on his birthday. It got old fighting all the league schedules. Then we decided for a few years on the date to have a memorial ride. With the thought of someone having a few to many beers and jumping on their motorcycle we decided to go low key this year. Last weekend we decided to fish. It was just my mom and dad and us. Fishing which is what my brother use to love.
This pond is a family friends. It's where we go mushroom hunting every year. It also the place that my brother caught his very first fish. While I don't remember much of it I know my parents have fond memories of us there. This is also where my girls caught their first fish. I love that coincidence.
The day was cold and dreary. It started off a little rocky for my 6 year old who had high hopes of catching that northern pike in the pond. Walking the river and skipping rocks was the perfect distraction for him to start over.
Once Austin got back and found that school of fish and a smaller hook he was a catching machine. Alli found it too. My dad was standing with them on the dock at one time taking fish after fish off the hook. I think these are the only two that caught fish that day.