Gone Fishin’

Catching bait is a family affair. You know, I do believe Scott might need some new jeans.
Everybody has to inspect the catch.
I don’t think this is really what we had in mind when we started talking about fishing.
He looks all sweet, but he’s not above bustin’ a cap in some fish’s ass…
or a little brother’s, either. Only kidding, although Christian’s patience WAS wearing thin. Mine would have been, too, had someone been poking me in the butt with pine straw while I was doing something.
Here is where Jackson realizes he made a mistake by not bringing his gun. He is not pleased. Can you tell?
DISCLAIMER — No fish or little brothers were hurt in the making of this blog.