We had a not-as-hot-as-usual kinda day.
We were ready with seats, bait, snacks, and patriotic attire.
Then we waited for a bite.
And we waited.
We had pouting.
We had lots of snacks.
Then by the grace of God, we had a fish on just a half hour before the tournament concluded.
Faith was restored.
Kids were happy again.
Connor got a lesson in not giving up.
Noah was just happy with snacks.
Both boys ended up with goodies---Connor even scored his biggest trophy to date for 2nd largest fish.
Another tournament in the books!
Until next year...
