Still Providing For His Family..

I am so lucky that Ted has a special love and talent for hunting and fishing. No really I am! If things get too bad you will most likely find us living in the deep woods. Ted is the all american boy scout. We could live quiet happy in a twig and gravel hut, eating meat, grains, berries, mushrooms, and what ever else is ok to eat because Ted knows exactly what is alright to eat. Ted has been teaching the kids all one should know about nature since the day they are born. Daesha knows the names of several trees and flowers. I had to add to the tree knowledge by pointing out a cherry blossom. Ya! I bet your Dad didn't know that one. Just a few days ago I found Ted reading one of his outdoor magazines to Daesha titled, "Scat is were it's at. Who's poo is whose". Very informative... about forest animal poo and how to tell them apart and even knowing what that animal eats by what's in the poo. I was glad that he said we never touch the poo. It could carry disease. We just poke it with a stick. :-S
Anyway, back to Ted being a very manly man and bringing home food for his family...

The fishing hole in Spanish Fork

Daesha holding the first catch of the day.

Daesha playing with the worms we used for bait.

We started catching fish like crazy. We had a fish nearly every cast! Daesha became tired after the 20th fish.

Daesha pretending to eat a worm. Yuck!

This small mouth bass had Ted out in the water. He was a fighter! Almost too big to keep. But with the vote of other fishermen around us we decided not to throw it back.

Keegan and his dad. Keegan did not want to get close to the fish. He laughed watching Ted and Daesha real them in but as soon as it would get on land he would scream.

All our fish! A total of 31 white bass, and 3 small mouth bass.