gotta love their enthusiasm

[DesertRat]

My girls are gone to church camp, the big boys are still down in Vegas finishing up high school there. That leaves just me and mom and the 7 year old. We drove to St. George shopping last night and didn't get home and into bed until midnight. I told the boy we would go camping tonight, AFTER, we planted the garden and changed the transfer case fluid on the truck. I then went to bed with him still up messing with his new water ballon artillery collection from the toy store.

I woke up at 6:20 this morning for who knows what ungodly reason and trudged out to the kitchen. Sitting at the dinning room table was the 7 year old, all his fishing gear, two sleeping bags (which I didn't even know where they were yet) and the two man tent packed up and ready to go. He had his tackle box spread out all over the table organizing it (thank God I woke up before Mom) and wanted to know if I was ready to go yet.

I cooked up some breakfast, sat here to eat it and check the E-mail and have come to the conclusion that the garden and the truck will still be here tomorrow, so, TTFN, we're going fishing.

[Pigskin]

Good decision. The kid deserved it. I used to have a saying when my wife would comment that playing kickball in the front yard with the boys would kill the lawn, "I'm raising sons, not grass." Keep up the good work.

[BunnyFoo-Foo]

That is so sweet; thanks for the good parenting tip!

[J-WS6]

I think I was 17 the first time my dad took me fishing

[BunnyFoo-Foo]

That is one great childhood memory I have; the only time my daddy did not expect me to act like a little girl was when I was fishing with him. Every little girl should learn to bait her own hook and learn that some fish cant be thrown back in because they are big enough to eat. "But, Daddy, he looks sad...his mommy will miss him." I remember asking him if the hook hurt in the fish. He said no, but my brother asked me if I wanted to feel a hook in my mouth to see if it hurt.....he laughed and then I just cried because the fish were hurting.....Dad got mad at him and gave me some story about nerve endings and how the fish dont have them in their mouth because God meant for them to be caught and eaten and if we dont catch the fish and eat them...there will be too many and the ocean as not big enough....hey, I was a kid. I got over it, soon enough. I cant wait to go fishing with baby Bunny....

[LEO-wanna-be]

Desert Rat...that's a really sweet story. We "kids" remember that kinda stuff all our lives.

[DesertRat]

Had a great time. Got two trout and a huge crawdaddy. The last time we went, he got one and I got none. This time, he was holding my pole while I got the crawdad off his line and got the first trout.

We went for quit a bit longer and got nothing else while he kept reminding me everytime we go fishing he gets fish and I don't. (He's quite the tease and being the youngest of 6 we always say he's 7 going 27)

I finally got one after about 45 minutes and told him we had to go as I had to head back to Vegas for work. He refused and kept throwing his line back in saying he had to get another one to beat me. I started packing up and telling him to come on and he just kept fishing. After 2-3 minutes he looks down at the stringer, says"you know, my fish is about twice as big as yours....I guess we can go now." I'm raising the world's littlest smart ***.

This dual life is really weird. At 0900 I'm fishing in the mountains at my home where not wearing a seatbelt is a felony. At 1600 I'm sweating my butt off in a black in white chasing crack heads and hos in Vegas.