Last Monday, the boys and I went with a couple men from church to a nearby fishing pond. After about an hour and a half of fishing, we had 41 bluegill in the bucket. The boys just had to take them home and cook them so we gutted them, battered them, grilled them, and ate them. Well, some of us ate them anyway. Andrew had by far the biggest appetite for fresh bluegill. We had a lot of fun together anyway.
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