Before we went to Texas, Shelby was determined that Granddad would take him fishing. On the very last day, just hours before it was time to leave, they finally got their chance.
A couple of bites and the worm was gone, needing to be replaced.
And then there it was! Shelby didn't know what to think. Half excited/Half scared
Whoa! It's moving again.
Look, Nonna!
Thanks to Aunt Sandy & Uncle Raoul for an awesome weekend at the lakehouse!
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