Dad went fishing back on the river for the first time in a long time this weekend. He caught his first channel cat and realized he had not put the needle-nose pliers back in the tackle box. He raced back to the house to get them (it's hard to remove treble hooks from a catfish mouth without them) and then raced back to the river to catch some more fish. Casey and Skeet both hoofed the trip (twice) and the poor things were run ragged in the 95 degree heat. Skeet pants next to the second catfish (above) and Casey rests on the upper bank behind dad (below).
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