So without realizing it, when I got back into fishing I started to talk with my Grandpa about the trips – a lot. Each time we went I would send him a summary – I would ask him for advice and discuss what did and did not work. Now that I’m going over old material it’s fun to see how things went. This is one of those letters:
We’ve been up and the north woods for a few days. God’s country. We took Kaden out this evening to fish for some panfish with his little cane pole. We sat on the dock putting worms on his little tiny hook together, and after about 10 minutes of runts (that made him giggle and smile) we caught a really nice largemouth.
I thought the pole was going to break – it cracked and creaked as the fish pulled away, like it was in pain. After about 30 seconds the fish came to the surface glistening green as the sun was setting. I looked up and I could see the excitement in my son’s eyes and at that moment I realized why I fish. It’s not about the fish, it’s about the memories. He was so excited he gave the thing a kiss… then he tried to throw it back right away!
All in all if this is any indication of how this vacation will go – we’re in for quite the trip.
I’ll talk to you guys soon.
Love to you and Grandma.“