One of the events at our annual trip to Banks Lake everyone seems to enjoy, is the Saturday afternoon potluck.
Peace to you too.
Everyone is too busy eating to pose for a photo.
MrC. has cooked his hot dog over the open fire just the way he likes them, and Bob is waiting for his to come out of the fryer. We used the fryer to cook all the fish Dale and Fred caught. There is nothing quite like fresh fish, cooked to perfection.
Fred pouring champagne.
Every year I have observed this tree growing on the rock and it is slowly getting larger.
MrC and a yellow perch he caught.
In previous years we have caught many of these perch, but sadly this year this was the only one. In fact the fishing was rather poor not only for perch, but bass and walleye too.
MrC doing his best to hook a "big one" It did not happen, and I was not interested in fishing at this time, as I was enjoying listening to the birds in this little inlet off of the main lake.
what a wonderful way to get out of the house!
Mr C looks like he is about to do something with that hot dog that he shouldn't do. Has Bob been talking to much?
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