Last night, Mason caught his first Northern Pike. He was a very proud boy (and still is). Mason and Craig called me when he caught the fish, and he could barely breathe as he told me the story.
While Craig was cleaning the fish outside, Mason ran in and said "Mom!! As soon as dad cut the fish, all I could smell was fresh fish, like someone was cooking a fish, really fresh! You need to go out there and smell it!! It smells good!"
He also keeps telling people how he "set the brakes" to reel it in! and how s-l-o-w-l-y he had to reel the fish in because it was so heavy, and how his rod, which is usually straight, bent waaay down. He also likes to point out that Craig only caught a Bluegill, Rock Bass and Perch. Ahhh, what a sweet boy and a great memory for him!
The fish was 19 inches long and Mason just can't get over that! (All he has ever caught before are a couple of sunnies and maybe small trout)
