Ben and I went fishing 4 different times. We used worms and marshmallows, powerbait, salmon eggs, worms with powerbait, worms with salmon eggs, worms by themselves. We caught nothing. Not even a nibble. People all around us were catching fish left and right - I am not joking. I asked them what they were using. "Powerbait" "Worms". I was so frustrated, to say the least. My grandfather was THE fisherman. He lived and breathed to fish. The only thing I can think of was the setup of the fishing pole. We just used what
was at the cabin
. I did get some pretty cute pictures, though. And, we did have a really good time. It was just me and Ben, and it was just some good quality time. The frustration didn't kick in until at the end of our 4th fishing trip right before we left for home. We had moved to a different spot to fish. A guy and his 2 kids came and sat in our same spot we had just left. Within 45 seconds, no joke, they caught a fish. Using what?? Nightcrawlers.
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Those are the cutest pictures. Ben is sucha sweet boy. He reminds me of your dad fishing. If you want to fish like Grandpa, first you got to chum with some of your bate. (which, by the way is illegal) and second, you are suppose to bring the nastiest smelling Velveta cheese and mix it with garlic powder. That is a sure fire recipe. Gotta love Grandpa Boyd.
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