Beau September 8th, 2008
After taking care of some chores last night we were looking at the pond and I thought out loud “It looks like a good time for fishing…” The young boy jumped at the opportunity. The air was cool and the water calm, and the evening had that late summer peacefulness with the droning of insects in the treetops.
We found his fishing pole in the barn. Nothing fancy, just a simple cane pole with a hook and a bobber. He has some other colorful fishing poles with fancy reels and superheroes. But he appreciates the straight-forward approach to pond fishing with a long cane pole. You just find a few worms and a good spot on the bank, throw the line a few yards out in the water and sit back and relax.
After getting a few worms from the garden we headed down and picked out a likely spot. He put the worms on the hook all by himself, and threw the line in the water. He had just settled down on his stump when Bloop! his bobber plunged under water. “I got one!” he yells, telling me to “Come here! Come here!” So I watch the smile on his face as he tussles with the fish and help him to pull it in through the weeds.
He’s not too sure about sticking his thumb in that great big maw to get the hook out, but knows the reason they call them Largemouth Bass. We do it together talking about why the fish has such a big mouth. He holds a tenuous thumb on the bristle-brush jaw of the fish while I help him take out the hook, and then he throws it back into the water and jumps up clapping his hands.
He catches two more after a while, getting more comfortable with the fish. We let them go and soon we run out of worms. “That was fun!” he says as we head back to the house. It surely was. He loves that cane pole, and I do too.