The more you swear at your kids the more fish you catch.

I have a theory.

If you read the title of this post you might have guessed what it is.

Based on this theory I'm happy to report that we caught nothing but some algae.

Those people over there were hauling in another one every 5 minutes.

This is when all the heat and frustration of heat and frustration of never catching anything and frustration with the hook getting stuck on the bottom caught up with Jed.

Next time we go fishing we will have live bait...to make up for not swearing at cute kids even when we forget that they are cute, and we will have fun even if we still don't catch anything.

I made tilapia for Lunch today and it was so yummy that even that unhappy fisherman has to admit that it will be OK to go and try again. I'm optimistic.

Besides, when you sit and eat your fish right under the fan in the living room, memories of hot camping trips are very far away.

See? he sorta smiled on this picture.

Next time will be better.

This time however we finished up as soon as possible and got in the car and drove back home.