It looks like a cute, innocent picture. It's not. He's pouting. He wants to play the wii, but his brother hasn't lost yet, so he must wait his turn.

Earlier that day, I was on my second bowl of gramma's chil when he decides he wants to fish. "Uncle Jim, when are we going fishing?", he asks incessantly.

We grab some hot dogs and an UL and hit it.

He hooks this guy!

We unhook it, toss the bare hook in the water and this fish takes it!!!

He's back home now. They left Wednesday. Little bastard got me sick. Despite being my first day of vacation, I won't be fishing today.

Instead I'll fish vicariously through this board and a book...

I miss him...