Last Friday my brother-in-law and his two grandsons (a.k.a. our other boys) came to spend the day. It took less than five minutes for the B.B. guns to emerge from the barn and a carboard target to get propped against a tree.
Boys never seem to change. There is roughly 25 years difference in the ages of these two and my own... and they act exactly alike.
It's comforting in a weird spiders and snakes; guns and fish guts sort of way. Know what I mean?
He knows what I mean.
Eventually thoughts turned from guns to fish and soon poles and bait were loaded onto the boat and the four-some shoved off.
They returned hours later to tell of a 17" large mouth bass caught by the youngest (what happened to the rest of you yahoos), inhale some burgers and dogs and then head back to the dock for more fishing.
Uncle Kid strung some line.
Pa adjusted a sinker.
Patrick tuned in the Pirates.
And then it was time to kick back and catch some fish.
I'd say it was another memorable day at the little red cottage.
P.S. Happy 93rd birthday Bubba! We love you.
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