A True Fishing Story

Fishing with my family was an event I really enjoyed. Actually, it was a family affair. My mom, dad, and I would set out early in the morning (5 am) to go fishing. My mom did not like fishing; there was no way she would touch a worm or a fish to that matter. However, she enjoyed going with us. She would take her lawn chair and a good Romance book (Nurse Romance) and read while dad and I worked at catching the fish.


Now, catching a fish was an art. It started late the night before. My father and I would soak our back yard with water around 6 p.m. Then at 9 p.m. or when it got dark, we would take our flash lights out to the back yard and catch ourselves some worms. Now this was a delicate job and only experienced worm catchers would understand. You do not put the light on the ground completely, only enough so that you can see a worm lying between the blades of grass. You then slowly approach it and in a split second put your shoe on part of it. Now you do not want to step on it too hard that you squash it. You only want to barely touch it, but enough that it does not get away. Then you take your fingers, swoop down, and get a hold of the worm,  Then you take your shoe off the worm and pull it out of the ground. You see worms only come out part way just in case they have to retreat fast. You have to be faster than them. When you catch the worm, you put it into a can full of sand. My father would put a lid (lid with air holes) on the can and put it in the fridge until we went fishing. I must admit, I loved hunting for those worms, those sticky wobbly worms.


We would drive until we found a great place for fishing.  Usually where there were rocks or docks, so that we can sit somewhere. Dad and I took lawn chairs, but if there were rocks, we would either sit or stand on them.


I remember this one morning my father and I was standing on some rocks fishing. My dad and I would put our own worms, weights, and floats on our fishing poles. Then we would cast our line out into the water awaiting our first prey. My dad's first prey was loosing his line. There went his weight, float, hook, and of course the main menu 'worm da menu'. I am sure the fish enjoyed it!  My turn now, so I cast my line into the water and held the line. I enjoyed feeling the fish nipping at my line. Just the right nip and I would yank the line and far la, a caught fish. Well, no fish for me only a lost line.   I too lost a weight, float, hook, and a fish enjoyed the worm I am sure. My dad now cast a second time into the water and what do you know, he looses his line again. Well I was ready for my second cast, so I swung my rod behind me and then cast it out in front of me. I did not loose my line this time, but my head caught something. When the weight hit the back of my head, I sure felt it. Ouch!!!! Now it was my fathers turn again. Guess what (no he did not loose his line, but something more wet), he fell into the water!.  He slipped on the rocks.


That was it. We decided it was time to quit. Therefore, we packed up all our stuff and went home, that is after dad got out of the water.  Did we go fishing ever again?  Why yes!  Those who love fishing would not allow these events to stop one from fishing.  Did we enjoy ourselves despite how the day went?  Oh yes, there is nothing like getting up in the morning, smelling the water and fish in the air, hearing the sound of a calm lake, and feeling a fish nibbling at your line. Catching some fish would have helped, but yes, we did enjoy ourselves. Yes, I would say, our family loves fishing.  I wish they were still alive so that we could go fishing again!