Yesterday evening, we went fishing at USAA.
Jonathan had been before, but this was Erik's first time.
Soon after we started, Landon caught a fish.
As I was taking a picture of Landon, Erik announced that he caught a fish. I help him reel it in.
He was nervous about getting too close to the fish. In the first picture I took (which for some reason came up as an unreadable file), he was two feet away from the fish. We couldn't get him to come any closer. The picture above is actually a picture of the second fish he caught. We finally convinced him to stand closer. Landon encouraged him to touch the fish. He tentatively stuck out his index finger and quickly touched it. Suddenly his confidence soared and he wanted to throw the fish back into the water himself. By that time, the fish had already wriggled out of Landon's hands back into the pond.
This is Jonathan's "catch." After Erik caught two fish, he lost interest in holding the pole. I was holding it since Jonathan had become more interested in running around as well. When the fish took the bait, I encouraged Jonathan to come reel him in. All in all, that little fishing pole caught three fish that night. It's the same pole that Jonathan used during previous fishing trips, and he has always caught a fish.
Must be a lucky fishing pole.