Fishing

Every February my buddy Mike and I go fishing for his birthday. Been close to twenty years now. This year we went to his family's cabin north of Park Rapids. It's a small lake, but there's panfish and northerns, so we set up tip-ups for pike and sat in the truck and played cribbage and watched for flags.

 Threw this one back.

 Threw this one back.

 Kept this one, about three pounds.

Kept this one, about six or seven pounds. Had fun, caught fish, got cold, drank some beer. It don't get no better than that.