Just Fishin'
One my favorite memories from fishing, was with the man who has taught me every trick of the trade and who was my first and always will be my favorite fishing buddy - my dad.
It was opening of fishing weekend and I was 8 years old. The forecast said it was going to be beautiful, but in Wisconsin you can never rely on the forecast. My dad woke me up early, excited to take his fishing buddy - his 8 year old daughter, out fishing.
The sun came up and there was a thick smell of rain in the air. He loaded up the truck and we headed out to a crick, where we knew the ice would surely be gone by then. Within two casts, it began to rain - but my dad was prepared (because my mom made a list the night before). As soon as we put our raincoats on, it began to snow. My dad and I looked at each other in disbelief. The first weekend of May, when the forecast was supposed to be beautiful, and was snowing?
We ended up casting a few more times and called it a day.
We didn’t even get one little nibble.
It was a terrible day for fishing, but every day out fishing is another memory added to your memory bank. My dad and I didn’t catch a single fish, but yet this memory sticks out the most to me.
“There’s good days fishing, and some days, you’re doing just that - fishing.” If fishing was always easy, they would call it catching.
