Me and the kid
My youngest is living the working-man's life. He didn't get to take today off and he missed out on a decent fishing trip. Here's the story.
My son and I went fishing today. He showed up at my house at ten till five. Usually I pick him up but today he drove up because the destination was a little further north. He didn't want to meet me in Kamas. Now he knows where the meeting place in Kamas is so maybe next time. It's a shorter drive for both of us if we meet there. Today though, I'm thankful he didn't meet me there.
We talked on the way to the lake. He asked if we could change the oil in his car when we got home. I said yes. He wanted to learn how to do it himself. I wanted to teach him. It worked out great for both of us.
When we got to the lake it was still dark, so we just kind of sat there until the sun came up, just enjoying the time and the company. When it was light enough to see, well, that's when the fun started.
Just getting a line in the water today proved to be a challenge. We broke at least three bubbles. The first time he finally got out he snagged something on the bottom and we had to start over. I couldn't hardly see to get the line strung on my pole and missed the top eyelet and went through the holder instead. It was a mess but I never once got mad. I just kind of laughed and told my son that the Evil One was just messing with us.
Not losing my cool is good. I didn't used to be like that. My kids remember that well.
And then, everything started going right. We caught fish. We caught a lot of fish. I saw my first greyling caught in Utah by my boy. He found a hole and he just kept catching fish and getting bites. My boy remembers how to clean a fish. I made him clean those he caught. We came home with a limit, and for a lake with mostly planters in it, we caught a couple of decent sized rainbows.
Fish is on the menu.
As is bound to happen, something funny happened at the lake. It's just me and him and we have the whole lake to ourselves and I'm just sitting in my chair trying to keep warm and I get a bite. I pick up my pole to set the hook and it's FISH ON! And then my chair tilts to the right and I have a choice....I can fall and try to keep the fish on, or I can try to let go of the pole and not tip over.
I kept fishing.
Only me.
Damn fish got off.
But it was absolutely hilarious.
We had a great morning and on the way out, down the dirt road we pass a car. On the dirt road. To the lake we just left. With Oregon plates.
Changing the oil was another adventure. First to Walmart. Then home. Then to the parts store. Then to the other parts store. We needed a gasket for his oil pan drain plug. We found one. We changed his oil. He'll go home to his wife tonight with a great stringer of fish and the pride in doing a job himself. I will take a nap and revel in the man my son has become.
My son and I went fishing today. He showed up at my house at ten till five. Usually I pick him up but today he drove up because the destination was a little further north. He didn't want to meet me in Kamas. Now he knows where the meeting place in Kamas is so maybe next time. It's a shorter drive for both of us if we meet there. Today though, I'm thankful he didn't meet me there.
We talked on the way to the lake. He asked if we could change the oil in his car when we got home. I said yes. He wanted to learn how to do it himself. I wanted to teach him. It worked out great for both of us.
When we got to the lake it was still dark, so we just kind of sat there until the sun came up, just enjoying the time and the company. When it was light enough to see, well, that's when the fun started.
Just getting a line in the water today proved to be a challenge. We broke at least three bubbles. The first time he finally got out he snagged something on the bottom and we had to start over. I couldn't hardly see to get the line strung on my pole and missed the top eyelet and went through the holder instead. It was a mess but I never once got mad. I just kind of laughed and told my son that the Evil One was just messing with us.
Not losing my cool is good. I didn't used to be like that. My kids remember that well.
And then, everything started going right. We caught fish. We caught a lot of fish. I saw my first greyling caught in Utah by my boy. He found a hole and he just kept catching fish and getting bites. My boy remembers how to clean a fish. I made him clean those he caught. We came home with a limit, and for a lake with mostly planters in it, we caught a couple of decent sized rainbows.
Fish is on the menu.
As is bound to happen, something funny happened at the lake. It's just me and him and we have the whole lake to ourselves and I'm just sitting in my chair trying to keep warm and I get a bite. I pick up my pole to set the hook and it's FISH ON! And then my chair tilts to the right and I have a choice....I can fall and try to keep the fish on, or I can try to let go of the pole and not tip over.
I kept fishing.
Only me.
Damn fish got off.
But it was absolutely hilarious.
We had a great morning and on the way out, down the dirt road we pass a car. On the dirt road. To the lake we just left. With Oregon plates.
Changing the oil was another adventure. First to Walmart. Then home. Then to the parts store. Then to the other parts store. We needed a gasket for his oil pan drain plug. We found one. We changed his oil. He'll go home to his wife tonight with a great stringer of fish and the pride in doing a job himself. I will take a nap and revel in the man my son has become.
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