Grandpa Limb thought that it would be so much fun to take Ryker fishing. So we grabbed Ryker's little fishing pole and headed up Farmington Canyon. Grandpa threw in the fishing line and Ryker was scared and wanted to get away from the water. Before long Grandpa caught a tiny fish that was probably like three inches long and Ryker would not even touch the fish. He was more excited to throw rocks in the water then he was to go fishing or even see the fish. He refused to hold the pole and Grandpa was so disappointed that his two year old Grandson was not interested in fishing. I assured him that Ryker was only two and would surly learn to love fishing by the time he turned three. Either way, they are still the best of buddies.
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