After a busy few days at the beach we were happy to be back in Oregon City. On Saturday morning we went fishing (at a stocked fishing pool).
Harper is Brent's mini me. She would go with him anywhere.
She was also more than willing to help him fish.
London wasn't quite as interested as Harper.
The fish WERE NOT biting. We could see them everywhere, but they couldn't care less about the food we were offering.
I gave it a try... with the same result.
Harper eventually lost interest and opted for Grandma time instead.
After a while, London got the boot and Harper took over the relaxing car seat. This is how we commune with nature apparently.
Two long hours and NO bites, we were all a little discouraged.
We went home empty handed. They need to start stocking the ponds with the dumb fish who will eat anything... It was a sad day in fishing land.
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