And since Kim spent much of his boyhood here, when we go to this small stream down on the new property we just bought, it's "the crick."

6:00 am, 4th of July.  Yep, the corn growing in the field in front of the crick is definitely "knee high by the 4th of July"!

Instead of fighting the holiday crowds at the boat ramps to fish in the nearby lakes, Kristoffer and Kim decided to do a little crick fishing with the boys. 

And Gramaw got to tag along.  Albeit with a warning from Kim, "I don't want to hear any complaining."  Me??? Complain?????

A few obstacles to navigate between us and the water...but you know me, always the intrepid adventurer!

Fishin' the crick involves wading upstream, stopping to wet a line along the way.

Eight-year-old Kaden and his Daddy Kristoffer....

...and Papaw Kim and his apprentice 10-year-old Karter.

Learning from the pro!

The goal was to catch fish to stock Grandpa Kenny's pond.  Size was of no importance...well, theoretically that was the case.  As we all know, bigger is better in the fishing world.  But on this outing, little fellas were keepers.

The great blue heron was forced to share his fishing spot...

No fishing for me!  I was content watching my peeps, enjoying the quiet beauty around me, and taking photos...with my feet in the cool crick, of course.

Shhh...don't tell anyone...but this is a great fishing hole!

Nice bass, Kaden!

There were a few deep spots...

...where Gramaw was trying her best not to fall into the water.  Not that I cared about getting wet, but my camera, my camera!!!

The boys both "fell" (on purpose, I think....)

Kim found this cool fossil rock, which I put in my pocket and carried home.

They caught so many fish their bucket could hardly hold them!

Great morning enjoying some simple country pleasures...

...up the crick.