Sam caught one fish. Weston helped Grandpa bring in a trout. And Emmett caught THREE fish!
Zoe and I stayed home since I figured she'd get pretty cold and bored out there all day, but now I wish we would have gone! I would have loved to have been there to see the joy on their faces as they reeled in their catches.
They only had a few small problems. Emmett dropped one of Grandpa's tools down the hole after his dad said, "Don't drop that down the hole."
Luckily, Grandpa Franz had a camera and Ryan used it to locate the tool and fish it out.
The only other problem made its appearance later...
Ryan forgot about the sun reflecting off the snow and so the boys look like they had some massive allergic reaction! But they would tell you it was totally worth it. In fact, why don't I ask them about it....
Me: "Weston what was your favorite part about ice fishing?"
Weston: "Catching the fish with Grandpa."
Me: "Emmett, how about you?"
Emmett: "Catching all three of my fish."
Me: "Sam, what was your favorite part about ice fishing?"
Sam: "That I caught a fish!"
Tonight Ryan will be cooking up some of the stinky...er...I mean...YUMMY fish. Mmmmm! Sounds good, right?
Edited to add: The fish was surprisingly very very good. In the dinner prayer Sam said, "...Please help us not to cry if we don't like the food."
After they dug in and decided they quite liked it, Emmett said, "I thought this was going to be bad. But...it's not that bad. It's good!"