Vasco’s First Catch (in America, that is)

When he was living with his Aunt Esme on the outskirts of Blantyre, Malawi, there was a little river that ran behind their small compound of mud-and-wattle huts. He used to fish the river with a piece of string, a hook he shared with a few other boys, a stick and a worm. He said he’d roast the tiny fish over an open fire for dinner.

Don’t think he’ll be eating this one, but he’s for sure a natural angler.

VASCO’S SECOND CATCH:

Vasco ended up catching 27 fish that day – TWENTY SEVEN!