On a warmish winter day last week my cousin called to say he was taking his kids fishing, did mine want to go too? So we loaded up the kids, poles, and dog and met them at the pond.
It’s nice to remember that this day was just a week ago when this has been a week of cold and now rain.
My cousin and I remembered the times our Papaw took all of us cousins fishing on that same pond. And we remembered where we learned all those cuss words we know as he untangled lines, put worms on hooks, kept dogs from getting hooked, watched some close calls while kids almost got hooked, and removed a few fish from lines.
I mostly sat back and watched.
The two three year olds had a good time playing with the worms.
I brought my little girl’s worthless rod and reel and I just put a cork on the end with no hook. She was so determined to catch a fish. She whipped that line in the pond over and over again, frustrated that her sister was catching fish after fish and she was getting nothing. I would have felt sorry enough to fix it for her if the fear of getting hooked didn’t hold me back.
They brought their puppy too and the dogs had just as much fun as the kids. At one point all the kids and the dogs were running across the hills, it was both hilarious and sweet at the same time to see six kids and two dogs running, laughing and crying.
We can’t wait to go back and do it again.
