My dad, nephew, and I went up to Sly lake to do some fishing. Little did we know, someone had told the fish we were coming. Only 5 didn't get the memo. We caught mostly trout, but Brennen caught 2 bass. I must say, I'm not a fan of catching trout. They die too easily trying to get the hook out. Then when you throw them back in the water, they go belly up. It was very sad, I was traumatized. I commited fish murder. Ah, well...eventually they disappeared. Maybe I made a bigger fish's day and they got a free lunch.
Brennen and his 1st bass