My Grandpa fished in his pond with my older four children yesterday. They took turns with two poles. After each fish was caught, Grandpa would remove the hook, give the children a chance to admire it, touch it, and take a picture with it, then toss it back into the pond. After he tossed Noah's fish back, he rinsed his hand in the water. Noah, 5.75, wondered aloud, "Grandpa, are you waving at him under the water?"
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