He thinks we're just fishin...

You are addicted...

...to fishing.

Pop Pop Dave took you to a pay lake in Oak Hill back in the early spring of this year.

It was $15 dollars a person to fish for the day.

It was hot.

Pop Pop got his toes burnt.

It was just you, Pop Pop, me and an old salty fishin lady that ran the place.

We had high hopes of catching a whopper.

They were all about 5 inches long.

Babies.

But Pop Pop wasn't there to bring home a trophy of a fish.

He was there to help you reel in your first catch.

You loved reeling in those tiny pomano and red fish.

Pop Pop loved helping you.

Now you can't say fishing with out saying Pop Pop...

...and you can't talk about Pop Pop with out talking about fishing.

He loves that.

You never let the line just sit out there...

You reel it in as soon as the hook hits the water.

Maybe you need to be a trout fisherman.

When you want the line to be cast back out...

You say "Need go fishin"

Makes me smile to hear you say it.

Daddy loves taking you fishing too.

I like taking you too..

...but...

I don't like to take the fish off the hook.

I'm girly like that.

But I'll bait your hook any day!

I'm gross like that.

We didn't have sinkers to fish on the beach a while back, so...

We tied your matchbox cars to the line instead

Worked like a charm.

Except...

You didn't like your matchbox cars flying through the air and into the ocean.

So you reeled them in and demanded us to take them off.

Maybe you love your matchbox cars more than fishin.

I love you...

...even more than matchbox cars and fishin.