I was excited to see these gorgeous geese flying over head. 
This was Grant's very first time to go fishing, and boy was he ever excited! 
He was melting our hearts with his cute ways. 
For being so little and sweet (and rotten rascally), he sure sat patiently waiting for a bite. 
When it became obvious that the fish just weren't biting, Brooke took him out on the "island" to try his luck. 
She was such a sweet sissy carrying him so that he didn't get wet and cold. 
I have absolutely no idea why the fish were not delighted with this tempting entree. 
That's my Brooke--no problem putting her hands in a vat full of glop. 
It's a shame the fish were not interested in what we had to offer.
Better luck next time, my children.
Ranch relevance explanation of the night: If we had a lake or nice fishing pond at Galloping Grace, we would have totally fished there! Oh, and worms are often used for fishing. Max loves worms!! Really, he does!I will now close with a formal invitation to all of you (anyone? anyone?) to guest post right here on this very blog. No, please don't thank me and no need to pay me. It's just my way of giving back to you, my faithful readers. I will selflessly give up one of my nights of late night posting to let your words be heard. I know, I know--surprisingly generous of me. I'm just that way! ;) If there is anything you've wanted to express for all to read, send it to my email at maxandmichelle@aol.com. Can't wait to hear what you have to say. Thank you!
