Fishing with 6

6 and I went to the river tonight and she showed no mercy on the panfish.  We spent a few minutes digging for worms in the garden before departure.  She's got the Shakespeare "Tweety" rod pretty well dialed in.  She casted and hoisted in the fish while I rebaited her hook and giggled.

When I got home I caught the whiff of an old familiar smell that took me back...worm guts on my fingers.   I almost didn't wash my hands.

I asked her if she wanted to give the fish a kiss before we let it go...I guess not.