No pics, but therein lies the story...
I took my twelve year-old daughter and three of her friends to spend the night at the farm. We fished for our dinner on Saturday evening and fried up some bass, bluegill and crappie. They stayed up until 1:30am. talking and giggling. Thus, I was able to get up by myself on Sunday morning for three hours of solo fishing while they slept in
. Forgot to bring the camera out in the boat, and didn't have anyone to take the pic anyhow
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We did take a picture of our fish fry, though (the Shiner Bock is mine)...
