Sommerland

Brooke, Dad and I went fishin on my dad's flounder pounder yesterday. The wind was blowin jus right for a nace little drift that floated us naturally in the rite direction of where the fish were sittin. The temperature was around 30 degrees so obviously Brooke and I walked the plank on a coupla occassions. We caught around 60 "peckers" (what my dad likes to call non keepers) while only 7 are being fryed up right now as I wrate. The three of us had a load of fun. I'll let the pics do the rest of the talkin!