Today would've been my Dad's 80th birthday. I like to imagine him fishing with his dad today. Here's Dad on a fishing trip back in 1985:
Fishing is addictive. I know some of you don't get it, and that's cool, but for me, there's just something about sitting on the water's edge, watching a bobber, that relaxes me. And if something bites, well, that's even better. It's me against the fish. Will I set the hook quick enough to catch it? Or will it steal my bait? Fun stuff.
One of earliest memories is fishing with Dad. I don't remember a whole lot of it - I was like 5-6 and I lost a lot of my childhood memories in the Great Head Injury of 1994. I do remember sitting on the bank of Kearsley Creek with my rod (Dad's rod that he was letting me use) set up on a Y stick, watching the bobber. And then someone said something about food. While I was distracted, a fish took the bait... and then the whole rod and reel, right down the creek. Man, was Dad mad. Mom said yesterday that she thinks Dad was more mad about the potentially large fish we didn't catch than the lost rod. ;o)
The other day I bought a new pole. One with a closed reel like I used when I was a kid. And it's pink. Because having a pretty pink fishing pole amuses me. We took it out on Tuesday. I still like the other rod I use, but this one is cool and nostalgic.
Any this n that for me today? Any fishing stories? Do you even care?