What was such a nice July temperature wise, we are now getting into the hot days of August. Friday Mike suggested we go on a fishing/picnic trip. Apparently he seen this place as he drove by during work. A nice park with pavilions and little grills. Right next to the water. What he didn't count on was that everyone and their uncle had the same idea. It was also a beach so there were swimmers that didn't make a good combination with fishing.
So then we found a nice little spot a few feet away that nobody seemed interested in. We had also stopped at the dollar general and got a little portable grill. Mike helped set up the grill, and get it lit. I, yes I, cooked the brats. I didn't burn them, I turned them at just the right time and I must say that I am pretty impressed with myself. I bake caramel apple cheesecake bars, and now grilled brats! Paula Deen would be so proud.

Only one person caught any fish and that was my bro in law Kevin. He got three bullheads. Of course Emily took the pleasure of taking them off the hooked. Fish mutilator that she is.

This fella here started swarming us, along with his buddys, as soon as I
put the brats on the grill. Each one would sit on a pole and just
watch. Sometimes they would move and get closer as they did. Once
everyone had eaten I took a hotdog and watched a bird fight ensue. Well
not really, this guy was to fast, he sat and watched for a good 10
minutes, then swooped down and got all three pieces that I had thrown
out.