After sprucing up Grandpa's plot, the cousins went fishing at Caldwell Pond up the road. I'd never been there and remarked that it would have been a nice place to know about during high school. If I had a girlfriend, and if she could have been convinced to make out with me.
Nobody caught anything, of course, but they seemed to have fun and are looking forward to going with Grandma Vickie again during their summer vacation.
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| Not a bad caster. Nobody got a fish hook in the eye. |
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| Greta didn't like to talk while fishing, perhaps thinking that concentration was key to luring fish. |
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| The windblown Matthews girls. |
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