The campground has a nice lake all around it, Silver Lake. Fishing is an experience that all the kids were sooo excited about even though they had never done it. So, our first night there off we went to try to catch some fish....Luke got pretty bored (and...had an accident in his pants...AUGH, and I had no idea how to get us back to our site to change him, so he sat for a few minutes wet...I know gross!). Well, Daddy is the only one who caught any, two to be exact. No one else caught anything, Jake did a fabulous job of knotting his line just about every cast and Luke...ahh Luke. Well he went fishing in his own way and pretty much lost a pole in the water....good bye fishing pole, Luke was sad and cried a lot...it was pretty deep on the dock, but daddy and co. fished that pole out...so I guess you could say we caught three bites tonight! We fished again the second night, but stupid mommy didn't bring the camera and sad for me, Aunt Katie didn't rescue me for the 3rd time in 3 weeks!!! Calli and Uncle Danny fished with us that time and honest to goodness, Calli caught a fish!!! Everyone got fish that time, well except Luke who really didn't give much thought into holding a pole for more than 10 seconds. We actually kept everyones fish (Aunt Katie won, she got a pretty big small mouth bass, the rest were blue gill). The last night we were there we fried them up...and Luke LOVED it! Couldn't get enough!
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