They had a ‘river’ to fish in. The whole time we stood there waiting for our turn no one was catching a fish. A and I were talking about how those poor fish were probably just scared and probably very full. Well, it’s Ax and S’s turn, they get poles and put them in the water. I bend down to grab the camera-nice photo op, right? By the time I stood up Ax had already caught a fish, one of the biggest ones in the river! He was loving it, and of course, S wanted his turn and didn’t understand why he didn’t get a fish too. Ax won a fishing pole. He was proud as could be.