Boys have been begging me to take them fishing for some time now. We have gone a few times with no success, and they were pretty determined to catch something. So, yesterday was the day, weather was warm, and we were ready to fish. First stop, bait shop and $8 worth of blood worms. The theory being that if we catch nothing, at least they can poke the worms around a bit 
After going through almost nearly all the worms and not even a bite, it was looking dismal, and we had 2 worms left. Maybe its time to reconsider this idea and fishing as a potential father/sons bonding session, when suddenly….. we got one!!!
And in the excitement, we quickly cast again with our last worm and got another one!!! 2 worms…… 2 fish!! And 2 perfect little boy giggles and smiles.
Here they are, the 2 catches of the day, a Sand Whiting and a Trumpeter in our catch bucket.
Christian holding the bad boy that he called "My fish", a Sand Whiting!
And Marcus holding the one that Christian passionately called "Your fish!!!"
Side by side, trumpeter and sand whiting!
Cleaned, descaled, gutted, dusted in flour and salted and here we are frying them up!
And plated!
Finally, enjoying our catch. At least Christian and I were, as Marcus finally realised they were both Christian's fish. But let me tell you, that was some sweet tasting fish!!
