My dad took us on the annual Idaho fishing trip a couple weeks ago. We had tons of fun road-tripping to the tunes of Olivia Newton John, Marie Osmond, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band and James Taylor. We ate beef jerkey, bean dip, and drank Mountain Dew. We slept at The Ameritel Inn and made waffles at the continental breakfast counter before hitting the river. Cam insisted he take his girls to fish in the hole that I had been dreaming about fishing the whole way up. So my dad, Conner and I headed to the far fork of the river "where the big fish are" my dad kept telling me. "Are you just telling me this because Cam stole my fishing hole?" I asked. He humbly replied, "yes" but somehow it still made me smile. We were, in fact, successful as shown below-the fish were HUGE! We care more about quantity than quality anyway...
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