Fishing at the River

This weekend we went fishing by our house at the Merrimack River. It is actually termed the "Stuck Place" in our house as it is a place that Jim likes to bring the boys to in the truck to play in the mud. One winter we went down and got stuck on a patch of ice in a rut. We barely had any gas and it was cold. Jim tried to dig out and stick trees under the tires but he had to call Uncle Johnny to come help us out. Even though Jacob was maybe 2, he remembers it and refers to it as the Stuck Place.

Sometimes it is easier to refer to a place by a memory than the name. We ride at several different places and it is hard for the kids to remember which one is which. But one time Jim brought the boys to a place that has a little bridge with water flowing under. The got sticks and threw them in and watched them race to the other side. That riding place is now always referred to as Poo Sticks. Now that Joshua is a little older, he kinda whispers it to me when we are around other people. It is cute to see him a little embarrassed.

Jim was fishing for carp. He makes a wad of oatmeal into a ball and that is the bait. We have been a couple of times and have not caught anything...so I can't tell you if it actually works.

Have I mentioned enough times that my boys love mud.

Jacob likes to fish a little, climb a little.And of course, you can see where he gets it from.

When we first go there, we saw a puddle with what we first thought were polywogs, as I call them, or tadpoles. But when Jim looked closer, he said they were baby catfish. Poor things are going to die since the puddle was probably made when the river was high. We didn't have any nets to rescue them. :(