He didn't win the derby (caught 7 fish though) but he won a new fishing rod in the drawing afterwards.

He probably would have done better if that little kid wasn't in his way!

Fish on!!

lol!! I cant wait till the grandson is old enough to go... Right now he gets the biggest kick outta riding around town on my lawn mower. He waves like he is a parade lol!!!

ROFL!!!

That was priceless. LOL LOL.

(Great pic too RF - I take it you made him throw them all back)

I gotta give you points for that one.....asshole.

I didn't make him, but he did anyway.

That's good.

I'm LMAO all over again.

Why anyone would want to catch derbys is beyond me....

Sounds like a great time.

I got free hotdogs.

That is a red letter day.

As soon as I can remember the friggin password to my image hosting account I'll post an image of taking my boy turkey hunting the first time.

Couple weekends ago I took my grandson down to the river and took some of that Mississippi water, poured it on his head and told him he was baptized a River Rat and it would last him all his life. And not to tell his Mom.

It was funny, in part that I talk to him like he's an adult (I swear it's good for him). Reenactments are lame ass, but I go there anyway. I took him to the New Market reenactment. We were very near where the Union artillary was giong off, and I was afraid he'd freak out (he didn't), so I made him wear earplugs. Keep in mind that I have a drawl that one could trip over. I lifted him high over my head and asked "Did you see the calvary?"

"I didn't se any cows, just horses."

"Not COWs, CALVary. Horses."
Of course, that did answer my question.

Good thing PeTA didn't show up. They'd say you were abusing sea kittens and probably compare the fishing derby to the Holocaust or the KKK or some other idiotic comparison.

PETA wouldn't have liked to show up.

Years ago I used to participate in a catfishing tournament. Catfish tournaments now are beginning to resemble bass tournaments...but that wasn't the case with this one. This one allowed trotlines, juglines, bank poles....up to 50 hooks per entrant. Weigh-in was at midnight at a tavern that sat on a dock out over the river. A certain percentage of the people in the tournament had real river water running in their veins. They lived on the river and made a large portion of their living from the river in one way or another. It was a crowd among which I felt pretty good about taking third or fourth place every year I entered, but they could be kind of....rowdy.

I used to really wish PETA would show up for that tournament. I think I even invited people a couple times.

I remember when my oldest was just a little shit. We took him coon hunting and the dogs treed right in the middle of a HUGE briar patch. It was so thick we had to crawl under it to get to the tree. SOO My buddy was in front and we put Stevie in the middle and I was behind. About halfway through the thicket Stevie turns back to me and says " I FINK I WANNA GO HOME NOW DAD" I still tease him about that. Both of my boys are avid fishermen, I never got into it at all.

Maybe you never went about it the right way. I've got methods that don't require all that silly patience and such.

lol.. If I could use a rifle I'd like it.. I wanna go bow fishing, I think that would be fun.

Quit thinkin' small.....think...dynamite!

Watch this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwMSy7xK218

I was hoping to have a picture of a boatload of catfish to post here this afternoon. But I don't.