Whoo-hoo! My Holy Terror caught his first fish. You should've seen the way he walked in, strutting like a proud little rooster.
He strolls in and like any good fisherman son states to me, hands emphasizing the excitement of the moment, "I caught a striper!"
It was an exciting day for him and Daddy Fisherman. We blasted the photos on our Facebook and Daddy printed it out to hang at Sweeney's.
Go ahead and take a look at the up-and-coming Fisherman Boy catching his first fish...uh, I mean striper. (We'll change his nickname when the Holy Terror phase is over.)
Now Daddy wants to get Holy Terror into archery....uh oh.