It happens every time I go to Kentucky. We pack the car, sorry mini van, so full of stuff that there isn't room for any outdoor gear. This time as we crammed bags into the miniscule cargo area, I briefly considered leaving one of the kids at home to allow room for a fishing rod or two but quickly reconsidered. Maybe next time.Little did I know that my brother-in-law, David, and nephew, Ethan, had recently taken up fishing. So this afternoon, while the girls were out shopping, Ethan and I grabbed a couple rods and headed to a river running adjacent to their neighborhood. We had a great time and had several bites but just couldn't quite connect on the small mouth or bream that hit our lures.
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