About two weeks ago we made the trip to Riding Mountain to help Grandma celebrate her birthday.
After having some cake, Uncle B took “the menfolk” to a prime fishing spot. We kept about a dozen fish, but threw back a bunch more. The fish were so keen on biting that you could see them just beneath the surface following the lure.
Being a rather inexperienced fisherman, Uncle B then had to give me some instructions about how to fillet the catch.
L, K, and T had a great time together. At one point, K and T decided that Grandma’s treadmill could also be used in place of monkey bars.
