Fishing with Dad

When we first started fishing with dad, it was with long reeds tossed into the lake and used like a fishing pole.  Sawyer was amused, but Jeff wasn't.  So he introduced Sawyer to my old orange pole with a light up reel that I knew, years ago, would eventually be awesome to more than just me. Together they packed up Jeff's "treasure chest" with worms and tiny hooks.  Sawyer could hardly contain his excitement, so much so that I was worried the dock wouldn't be able to properly contain him.

Luckily, the only thing we had to pull out of the lake was sunfish.

Also, on a more journalistic note, while we were fishing in the first set of pictures, we ran into some Ohio State fans who wanted to chat about Ohio with us (after we O-H, I-O 'ed them).  Then circuitously, when we were fishing at the same lake as recorded in the second set of pictures, we were discussing our personal plans for Ohio, specifically, about accepting Jeff's job offer and making our exit plan from the land of 10,000 lakes.

Irony? Coincidence? Fate? Divine plan? Maybe all of the above....