We went camping up to Chesterfield and during breakfast the boys went fishing. In the middle of flipping french toast, I hear yelling, "Laci, get the camera! HURRY!" My heart jumped only a little, but I knew nobody was going to die because someone doesn't yell for a photo-op when dying. My younger sister and I run up to the bridge to find Dom reeling in (pole bending almost in half) a fish. He had got the sucker on the first cast almost instantly as the hook hit the water. It weighed 5 pounds! That's pretty big for a 6 year old's first catch. He asked if we could stuff it and hang it on his wall.