Fishing, Etc.

Last weekend, Xander went on his annual fishing trip with the Canada Fishing Club, which is oddly enough based out of Harrisburg, PA. Xander's dad, brother-in-law, and uncles went along, as well as a whole host of family friends, and he reports that good times were had by all. He was presented with his grandfather's tam (not a beret, mind you), which sadly did not bring him much luck this year. He only caught a couple of fish. But he did take a few good photos.



A similar photo (including Xander's grandpa) from 1975:


Each year the club sponsors a contest to see who can catch the biggest bass. Our brother-in-law, Joe, was last year's "Bass Master." And he made sure everyone knew it. The bragging was ceaseless and obnoxious, so naturally some were compelled to try to take Joe down a peg or two. Xander decided to present him with a gift, which was left for him in his luggage after all of his other clothes mysteriously disappeared:


Cousin Emily sent along a lovely present she had picked up for the Fabertids while working with the Peace Corps in Benin:


Meanwhile, my brother and his wife came up for a visit. We walked around the old town, checked out the farmer's market and some of the local parks, and ate and drank A LOT of delicious things. No one had a working camera, but I did manage to get one photo just before they left:


This weekend holds promises of apples. Lots and lots of apples. It's Cortland time, and we're going apple picking! Stay tuned!