Country Come to Town

Our landlord described our new neighborhood as a place for older people to move into after they downsized from their mansions--ie, high-end homes on a small scale. The kind of neighborhood with a gated entry, nice landscaping, and beautiful "lakes" (retention ponds) with fountains...and with prominent "No Fishing" signs posted in them.


Did that stop the boys in this family? No siree!


Days after we moved in, John took Will to Walmart to buy his first fishing pole (a Lightning McQueen one!) and his first tackle box. Last night, they brought out the new toys and headed for the backyard.


Here's John showing Will how it's done:


Will hooked a big one...


...so big he needed a little help reeling it in:


Here it is! Will's first fish.


Fun stuff! (As long as they don't expect me to fry it for dinner.)