Quinn caught his first fish in a little tributary to the Willamette River. If you look really close you can see an 8" trount on his line. Quinn thought it was great and just wanted to run up and down the bank with the fish still on the hook. He was pretty disappointed to learn that we take the fish off the hook and return it to the river. However, he got over it quickly and reached right out and grabbed the fish. It was my proudest moment as a father. Later Quinn went right back to a mix of casting the rod and then throwing rocks. It was a miricle we caught anything at all.
11 years ago
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That is the cutest thing. My mom is into fishing and can't wait for her first grandson to take fishing. One day I was working in the yard and she told me to be careful because I got her little fisherman.
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