I Shish

I am a boy after my father's heart. I found one of his ice fishing rods in the garage today. I LOVE it. I kept saying "shish" and "I shish". Then I drew the rod back and forward like I was casting. I don't know if I really remember that from last summer, or maybe its just in my genes. Needless to say, Daddy was glowing. Sounds like he's going out to get me my own rod today!