Fred loves to fish. He is as passionate about fishing as I am about knitting.
Living on the shores of Georgian Bay, he has lots of opportunity to fish - in our boat on the bay or along the river that flows into the bay.
He fishes for hours each day in the fall. And in the four autumn seasons we have lived here he has brought home - No Fish! Zero. Zip. Nada.
Until today. Fish number one. Some kind of a trout, he says.
Taking into account the cost of the marina slip for the boat, all the rods, reels, tackle and time, this fish is worth untold dollars per pound.
But this proud look of satisfaction is priceless.