So the day after the busy friday was Saturday, the neighborhood kids fishing tournament. Bob had his annual ill-timed golf tournament, so I got to do the fishing gig solo. It was our first year to participate, and I wasn't sure what to expect. Parker isn't much of a fisherman, but since a lot of the other neighborhood kids were doing it, she wanted to be a part of things.
This is someone's back yard. Really. Now I know why their house cost $100k more than ours.
There was NOTHING biting this year. Every year prior to the tournament, they tag a bass with a certain tag, and if you catch him, you get $100. If he isn't caught that day, the offer still stands for the rest of the year. Parker was a little disappointed that she didn't catch a fish, but was very relieved that she didn't catch a turtle.
After a while, she and her friend lost interest and played on a neighbor's swings.
They give out trophies for the biggest fish, the youngest angler, etc. Since there were so few fish caught, one kid got most of the awards. Parker wasn't eligible for a trophy, but she won the drawing! She got a new fishing pole and a tackle box. She promptly came home and dumped out all the tackle and filled it with her little toy animals.
Later that same evening.....she wanted to go back out and try for the $100 fish again.
We didn't catch anything on our second try that day, but Parker got in lots more practice casting. There are much worse ways to entertain a child than sitting on a dock on a pretty spring evening.
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