Today I am grateful to be reminded of the first time I caught a fish. We were at twin lakes in Iowa on our summer vacation with our Mikkelsen cousins. Lucky for me Tom baited the hook and all I had to do was cast it out and a second later reel it in with a fish on the end. Tom then kindly unhooked the fish, re-baited my hook and I quickly caught two more.
He even cleaned them for me. Seem like we had corn meal battered fried fish for dinner, I remember not being to crazy about it. Not like I was years later when Mom broiled trout for us, YUMMY! It has never tasted as good.
Looks like Timmy was getting tossed into the lake for his birthday. We sure had lots of good times that summer.