Weekend in Phoenix

I have such wonderful memories of all the times my dad took us fishing and camping while I was growing up. Oh what fun I had! Whether I was catching a lot of fish, or nothing all day, just sitting in a boat with a fishing pole was wonderful. And camping was a blast. I'll always remember my catfish pulling my little blow up raft all around as I (about 3rd grade) was desperately gripping the pole (I knew better than to let go of my dad's fishing poles!), as well as the times Fallon and I would try to catch fish with our bare hands in the rivers or gather milk jugs full of crawfish from the lake on camping trips and take them back home with us... yuck... It was so much fun sitting around camp fires, despite huge june bugs (they must have been 3 inches in length...haha) creeping us girls out.

Jason and I always laugh, he can sit in a tree all day and not hunt a single animal and be as happy as can be...me...put me in a boat in the middle of a lake with a fishing pole, fish or no fish, and it's one of the best places I'd want to be! These days I'd probably like to have a fishing pole and a book in my hand though : )

At this point, Jason had caught one more fish than my dad and I had so he was taking a break... I had to catch up...

I did!!! My dad, Jason and I each caught 9 bass that morning.

My grandma and me

My dad and me

My dad, his two youngest girls and his granddaughter

Jason and me and my dad and Lynelle