Fishing

Fishing has always been an a favorite past-time for my family. My father used to take me when I was a small boy to the James and Finley rivers to fish. Yes, I can still remember my first fishing pole. It was a spiderman kids pole that didn't effectively catch fish for me. My dad would let me practice with his, but I just kept throwing it in the water. I finally got the hang of it, or should I say a hold on it, and began my fishing career. Some people might say, "fishing is boring" but there is a peace about casting your line, while waiting for that bite. I have always found it calming to fish. No matter what is going on in my life, I can have complete control over my fishing experience. Patience is not a virtue of mine, but fishing is different somehow. I find myself at peace with the world while fishing. I recently took my son to the river and showed him how to fish. I couldn't help but think about my father and how I was keeping the tradition going. My son was more excited about throwing rocks in the water. All in due time. He will get the hang of it just like I did. It's not about the fish you catch, it's about the memories made and the appreciation of the sport.

 My son went fishing with his great-grandpa and caught his first fish a couple days ago. Although I wish that I was there to see it, I am happy for his accomplishment of catching his first fish. There will be plenty of time to catch fish in the future. I can't wait to take my son on our next fishing excursion.  I guess after we get the art down, we can move on to skinning and preparing the fish to eat.