We rode the 4 wheeler, slept in the camper, had stories by the campfire, caught a bunch of perch and cooked 'em up. Here's a poem my mom used to tell me, and I still remember it:
Fishy Fishy in the brook.
Daddy caught him with a hook.
Mammy fried him in a pan.
And baby ate him, like a man.
That's what we did!
Family camping trip at Pactola Lake...my favorite part was sitting around the campfire cooking food, and fishing on the boat all day getting sunburned. Least favorite part was trying to wear contacts in the wilderness with no good place to wash my hands. Eww!
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