fishing for a compliment

We cannot wait for Brian and Anne to move closer. (Next year, we are praying?!) Because how great is it that I enjoy my sister-in-love and we can chat, scrapbook and yardsale together for hours? And how great it is that my brother and my husband have always genuinely liked each other? It helps a lot that Brian shares strong interest in John's Trifecta:

poker

football

and fishing. They've gone on over ten fishing trips where they came back with Nada. (and no, that is not the name of some rare trout.) Here you can see how they are studying the pictures from the Internet to see exactly what kind of fish they had. I won't say how things turned out, you'll have to ask John about these little details. All I can say is that the fish was dead before they knew anything for certain and we may or may not be criminals and poaching is a method of cooking in water and I am standing by my man, outlaw in rubber waders though he may be...

Get out the butter and lemon-we got salmon, baby!

(soda can to show scale. We don't have Dr. Pepper cans littering the driveway. Unless Uncle Tommy is visiting.)

Caity jumps in while I took a few pictures to capture the event/miracle:(You don't think Fish and Wildlife officers read strangers blogs on the Internet, do you?)