Winner, Winner... Fish Dinner

I asked Bob before we left for the Scouting camping trip if he wanted to fish. He was adamant that he did not want to. Until we got to the lake and everyone else there was fishing. So our gracious den master Steven helped Bob and me to make a fishing pole. Bob was the only one with a make-shift pole and the only one to catch a fish.

No fish dinner though, catch and release. Well, more like catch, pass around, scare the hell out of the fish, then release.