Before beginning our trip back to MN, Emmett and Grandpa had to go fishing.
They put the worm on the hook.
They waited patiently for a fish to bite.
They didn't have to wait long before a little blue gill had attached himself to the hook.
Emmett didn't know quite what to think.
Eisley wanted to touch it but Emmett didn't.
One fish was enough. Then it was time for Emmett to learn how to row a boat.