The sound of the water lapping the dock or boat, the quiet stillness while waiting for a bite, the stories my grandpa told while waiting, the smell of a spray grandpa used on the bait, the excitement that came with a catch, the anguish when it was time to touch the fish. I can sit here and recall many feelings that have lasted as clear memories.
I have shared my favorite fishing tales with my boys. One story I share often is about the day I caught a 25 inch catfish at Indian Lake with Great Grandpa's help. This week my little guy was able to fish in Great Grandpa's territory with his Grandpa ( Great Grandpa is in Heaven).
They started out at Richwood Lake. There were many bites but no fish.
Grandpa concluded that the hooks might be too big for the little bluegills.
Then we went to Indian Lake.
Grandpa set up a bamboo pole for my little guy. On one bite the poll broke making it the perfect size for little guy. He decided he wanted to cast himself. After one tangle in the dock and quite a few in and outs of the pole in the water, he caught a little channel catfish all by himself.
And that was the story of the week!!!
He was excited to share his experience with everyone and with much detail of how he caught a fish.
For me it was very special for him to have this experience with his Grandpa!!
One of many little lasting moments in his memory.
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