Our pond is muddy, not pretty at all. It's source is runoff down the red Missouri clay hills. Some day we may be able to clear and grass the natural waterway and clear the pond up some but for now, the brown pond does not keep the fisherman out.
Tony and Dana both caught some nice cats out of the pond (and they throw them back in to be caught again) and below are pictures of Morghan and Jack with their catches.
I have come to believe that no one is happier, more joyful, than an avid fisherman with a fish on the line. When I see that elation, that pure joy, I wish I were a fisherman.
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