




Last year we all woke up at o'dark thirty and headed to Spicebush Swamp and participated in the Fishing Derby. This year, some of us were a little more reluctant to join the early risers (specifically Devin and I wanted no part of the get up early, freeze and fish thing).
So the brave fish-warriors Neil and Julia headed out to reap the spoils of fish-war. We even had new poles to work with (thank you Grandma Libby and John). But, alas, the fish gods did not smile (again) and nothing but a nibble was felt (really, more progress than last year). But, it was good father/daughter bonding time.
But, I have to admit, every time I look at these pictures I think, "Ick. Is she sucking on worm guts and fish scales?"
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