For the past couple of weeks, when I've gotten up in the morning, I've found Steve has already headed to the lake for a day of fishing.
He found a fishing hole where the crappie were biting and has been there on sunny, almost hot days, days that were rainy & cold, days that were so windy his sweatshirt blew in the lake...along with his fishing chair! He has come home, bone tired, his back aching, sunburned, wind blown, and with a "fisherman's thumb". (You avid fisherman probably know about that...a sore thumb from taking the hook out of the fishes mouth!)
He has come home with buckets of crappie, and a prized catfish! And his "fun" isn't finished until his catch for the day is cleaned, filleted & frozen.
So, Friday night we gathered the family in (except April who had to work!) & had a fish fry. Mmmmmm...it was delicious!
Of course you can't have fried fish without fried potatoes, peas & cole slaw! Even the grandkids enjoyed the fish & ate their share. Parker particularly loved it.
It was a fun Friday night of fish, family & fellowship!