Shaving cream all over the ground

The goose poop didn't stop Ben and I from catching a bunch of fish Saturday evening at his uncle's pond. We were there early enough to catch about 30 bass between the two of us.


At sunset we forced ourselves to fish for catfish. Immediately upon casting out my bait this fish was on the line.


Ben hooked a 10-pounder next.


In the last few minutes of fishing I caught the last monster.


On another note, I've found out where girls come from.