fish fry

a week ago we went to a fish fry. at uncle francis' fishing house.

the boys tried to do some fishing.

but only one fish got the memo.

the rest were playing it safe somewhere else.

i remember coming here as a little girl for family gatherings.

this yard used to be huge.

august wore his boots.

it was a good thing because it was a little wet from a good rain that day.

there are some really cool old things around this place.

if only i could have searched around some more.
the friendliest dog in the world will growl - if he thinks yankees are around.

a grill just his size.

the fried fish were great.
but uncle francis' special ketchup made them that much better.